I don’t work for free, bastards!

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Working in a cocktailing area can be a bitch sometimes.  We get people who sometimes don’t want to start tabs with us, and insist on paying us every time we bring them a drink.  Last night, I had a couple of guys learn real quick that I’m not going to keep getting drinks for them for no charge.

These guys were named Parviel and Frostee, and yes those are their real names taken directly from their ID’s.

Parviel: “Brang us some goose and cranburry.”

“Sir, have you got your id?”

“I done had ta show it already, why I gotta show it again?”

“Because I didn’t see it when you got your first drink, and I have to see it to serve you your drink.”  he shows it and that’s where I got the newest of my “Stupid Names”.  I checked the other guy’s id, and that’s where I got Frostee.

I go get the drinks and come back.  “Guys, do you want to start a tab or would you like to go ahead and pay out?”

“Keep a tab runnin,” Frostee tells me.

“I just need to hold on to a credit card, sir.”

“Why come?”

“It’s company policy.  If you don’t want to start a tab, the total is 16.39.  If you want to keep the tab running, I have to hold a credit card.”

“Jus close it out ta debit.”  Frostee says, handing me his credit card.

“I can run it as credit, it all comes from the same place.”

“Why I cain put in my numbahs?”  You fucking moron.  It all pulls from the same place.

“Because it’s not a debit system.”

Frostee stiffed me on their drinks, and I walked off to ignore them for a while.  They came up to me a couple of times to try for another drink, and I walked off while they were talking.  They finally tracked down a manager and asked them to send a server over there.  Manager M tracks me down and sends me back to them.  I’m pissed off now because I don’t want to have to serve them again.

“Brang us two mo’ of dem dranks.”

“No, sir.”

“What you mean no?  We payin fo’ ‘em, and we want mo dranks!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t work for free.”   I walked away again, and I took some other orders.  They kept trying to get drinks from me, and I kept avoiding them.  Don’t fuck with my money because I was doing my job.  I hate that.

Ghetto trash with ghetto names.

Ribeye



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