Saturday, May 20, 2006

Asses and the unwelcome

Heres a few stories from the past few days.

Today:
There are quite a few regulars to the restaurant. Not to me personally but to the restaurant. Maybe they like the average food. Many of the regulars I like, a few I dont. One particular gentleman comes in now and then. I believe he is a diabetic because I see a needle next to him when he first comes in. He could be a drug addict... in public. He always gets the same genre of things. An ice tea and some kind of a salad. 90% of the time, his bill comes out to $9.44. He leaves two dollars and is very low maintenance. I talk a little with him but not enough to know who he is. Its a fine little exchange. Im not over joyed at the tip, but it is 20%.

I have another table of regulars that for some reason, I always end up with. A father, son and daughter come in just about every saturday. They order different things each time and get dessert almost like clockwork. My problem is that he never tips more than 12%. Usually I get 10%. Sure on a $70 check its $7 but that isnt enough for the exchange and work I have to put in for that much food at a restaurant where the average food Item is $8.

Yesterday:
I had a 40 year old asshole that liked to come up to me, come about 4 inches away from my face and demand drinks and shots for his 20ish female compantion. When I brought things to his table, "Thank you"'s were never heard, he didnt even look at me unless he wanted something else. They stayed for over 2 hours talking about what seemed to be nothing because I dont remember them exchanging many words. On a fairly large check, I got 20%. I like the tip, but I would settle for 15% if he had just been nice. I suppose some people are asses unintentionally.

My last or should I say first table of the night was an odd group. They came in towards the tail end of happy hour and were two people to start. Two more came, then another guy, then two more. They shifted from a table of four to a booth of six. Eventually they also took up the other booth of six next to them for a newly engaged couple. Joy. Their total open check time was 6 hours and 48 minutes. Yes. the computer keeps track of how long youve been in a restaurant. Eventually, after about 13 beers or mixed drinks per person, I dropped off the bill. Almost $300.

You would figure that being somewhere for 6 hours, you would rack up a fair bill. As I walked away, I saw the guy lean back and say "wow". Not a good sign. I pick up some of the many glasses and see the men in the group saying things like "I dont have enough cash for this" or "I only drank X drinks". All of these things mean Im getting a bad tip or even that they might not have enough to cover the bill. Eventually I got enough credit cards to cover the bill. Only one guy tipped well but his amount was the smallest. One guy didnt even tip me. The over all tip was 10%.

I would not have minded the 10%. I mind the fact that I had to clean up over 3 tables for these people and they were fairly high maintenance for the large duration they were at the restaurant. On top of it, they were my first table and they were the reason I had to stay 30 min after close to clean up. *Anger*

Morals:
1) Just because you are a regular does not mean I like you and you will get special treatment
2) If you are an ass, you have a greater chance of getting something extra in your food
3) If you stay a long time, tip more. Another table could be where you are when you sip on your coffee for an hour.
4) Large checks do not mean it is ok to tip 10% or nothing at all

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know that people can be complete bitches sometimes and make your life hell, but do you really need to put stuff in their food? It's beyond unprofessional...and frankly kinda barbarically rude.

5/25/2006 3:31 PM  
Blogger Peppers waiter said...

I didnt really put stuff in his food. I know its rude, thats why I mentioned it. Two wrongs dont make a right. But sometimes, you think it would make you feel better.

5/26/2006 7:18 PM  

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