It didn’t happen until the end of the night that I started getting people who pissed me off.  I don’t know why the worthless people wait until the last couple of hours before they come in and make the server’s lives Hell, but they do.

Around 10 tonight, Mizz A, a fellow cocktail, tells me that there’s a guy in the bowling alley that needs a couple of beers.   Knowing that there’s a server in the bowling alley, I don’t jump to do it immediately.  I also wonder why Mizz A hasn’t rung said beers up herself.  She tells me to ring in two tall Bud Lights.  I ring them in, only to find out from Manager J with the newly grown backbone, that they are Coors Lights.  I don’t care, it’s the same price for both of them.  They don’t bother telling me who is supposed to get said beers, so I have to go hunting.

I don’t have the full story about the guest at this point either, but it didn’t really matter in the end.

I finally find him, and it’s a redneck guy and his friends.  Loud, smelly assed bastards.

I don’t really think anything about it when he says, “Bout fuckin time, how much I owe ya man?”

“It’ll be 12.21 sir.”  He hands me a 20, and I start digging out his change.

Taking his 8 bucks from my hand, Redneck Bastard says to me, “Ya know, I’d give you a tip, but I’ve already been waiting on these drinks for 30 minutes, so you ain’t gettin shit.”  Exfuckinscuse me?

“I’m sorry?”

“We’ll I had to go to all three bars before I could get anyones attention, and I’m not tipping after it taking so long.”

Come to find out, he’d been standing at the game room bar (bowling bar was closed) for about 10 minutes, not that I ever saw him, and the only person who said anything to him was Mizz A.  Now, why she didn’t ring his drinks up or ask someone to get the beer for him, I’ll never know.  Instead, she goes hunting the bartender, Mizz V, telling her that she has people looking for her.  Long story short, this guy took out his problems on me, pissing me off.

While this is going on, I have my last table of the night.  A ghetto party of 6, with one of them celebrating her 21st birthday.  The girls are actually pretty nice, at least 2 of the three of them are.  The third one bitched about every little thing.  Her long island was too strong, so I added more sour and coke.  Then it tasted like “waddah”.  The guys, utter fuckin trash.  They went outside to get high, tried to get 3 different people to give them drinks with no ID, and insisted on changing their orders completely from what was listed in the menu.  We’re not talking about minor changes, we’re talking about the meat, the bread, the side item, the stuff on the sandwiches, everything.

What pissed me off the most about this table, with their 111.26 check, they left me exact fucking change!  Even with them pissing me off, I managed to stay in a good mood with them.  I laughed with them, let them use my game credits to play DDR, and thought that I’d get a good fucking tip from them.  Well, I guess I’ll not get my hopes up again.

The ghetto bitch with the Long Island comes up to me after she and her boyfriend pay, exact change on their 50 bucks of the bill, including 6 bucks of dimes, nickels and pennies.

“Dis drank tase like waddah.  You thank you can hook it up wit some mo’ acahah?”  she asks me, holding the drink in my face, the same one she bitched about being too strong.  I might throw a bit in if I know the drink is made wrong, or weak.  However, in this case…

“Maybe had ya’ll not given me exact change, I’d have helped ya out.  Now?  I’m going to have to charge you for an extra shot of miscellaneous liquor if you want anything extra, and that’s 5 bucks.”  I said it with a big smile on my face, and she could feel the hatred in my voice.  At this point, I’m really pissed off, and I decide to go back into the bowling alley.

“Can I get another beer from ya man?” Asks Redneck Bastard.  Not caring at this point, I respond, “Well sir, I’d get you another beer, but I’ve already served you for free once, so, you’ll just have to go elsewhere.”   If I didn’t have another job (that I probably won’t take because it’s less money and I hate management) ready and waiting, I’d have probably been a bit nicer and not said the things I did tonight.  But fuck it.  I hate people sometimes.

Birthday girl comes up to me after her sister and sisters husband pay for their part of the check, like 60 bucks of the 111.  She tells me that she’s a server too, and how embarrassed she is about how her sister tipped me.  She left me 11 bucks, and then proceeded to cuss her sister out and make her tip me 4 more.  15 bucks, 25%.  She then asks how the other girl and her boyfriend tipped.

“Exact change if you’d like the truth.”  She proceeds to chase them down, and while I watched and laughed, cussed them out as they left.  She came back, apologized again, and I told her I’d love to work with her.  I told her we needed people who knew what they were doing, and to put my name on her application.

She was lovely, and her friends and family were trash.  Sometimes it just works out that way.

Ribeye

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