I’m sorry, but just because you’ve gotten out of high school it doesn’t make you a grown up.

This past shift, I had more teenagers than I’ve ever had to wait on in one night.   7 that tried to order alcohol, 3 fake id’s, 1 that tried to pull the “I forgot it at home, boss” routine,  and the other three just didn’t think I would actually check their ids.  I got some kind of threat from them all as I escorted them out to the parking lot.

What is it that makes kids these days think they’re grown up?

I’m also learning more and more that parents today are just worthless.  They let their kids run all over them.  I had a 7 year old tell his mom to “shut the hell up” when she told him to finish his dinner.  She didn’t say another word, except to apologize to me, “He’s had it rough”.  I told her that was a lame excuse, and told him to apologize to her or I’d take away his game card.  He told me to shut up.  I took away his game card.  His mother privately thanked me later.

A 10 year old running through our game room, little fat kid.  I have SOME sympathy for little fat kids, because I was a little fat kid, but I wasn’t that fat.  I know he needed the exercise, but did he have to try to get it at my job?  I told him to stop running. “Fuck off, asshole, you can’t tell me what to do!”  So I grabbed him by the arm, and made him take me to his parents.  “They over at the movies.  They let me come in here and play while they was gone.”  Well then, little brat, let’s let security hold on to you.  I had the security guards drag his parents out of their movie.  I was cussed out.  “Sorry guys, but we’re not your personal babysitters.  Take your kid to the movie with you or something but if I catch him in here without you, I’ll kick him out and mall security will kick you all out.”   Cussed out again.  I just love my job.

Taking a sabbatical to the toilet, I am enjoying the combination of waste release with the nice taste of a marlboro light.  I’m reading blogs on my phone.   Suddenly the lights start to flip on and off.  I hear giggling.  I hear more giggling.  A child.  Then I hear a deeper voice laughing, saying “Good job, son, that’s how the lights work.”  I yell from my stall, “then teach him how to work the lights at home, not at a restaurant.”  Cussed out from behind a bathroom stall door.

On the plus side, I did serve some awesome people.  I made some great money tonight.  I’m choosing to not mention my bad tables, because I figure my blog is dark enough without my mentioning trash EVERY post.  So I’ll talk about the trash next time.  I still have the final Rules for Eating Out post coming as well, so stay tuned.

Thank you to all the readers here, this site has reached 3200 visits since this past Monday, the 24th.  Keep reading everyone, and I’ll keep writing

Ribeye

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