"Last Christmas, I was serving an older man who came in during a rush. I served him like any other normal customer. The cooks had messed up his order and I mistakenly hadn't noticed. The dude was PISSED. He cussed me out in front of multiple other people, cussed me out to my manager, filed a complaint. That was just the beginning. The f--- face FOUND MY FACEBOOK AND MESSAGED MY PARENTS SAYING HOW MUCH OF A MISTAKE I WAS. LIKE WHAT. The only good thing that came from it was another customer saw how terrible he was to me and left me $20. Another day in the life of an 18-year-old Frisch's server"
"Once upon a time, I took care of a family of four, and it was the husband's birthday. They were my last table, so I had tried very hard to give them good service. Being that I worked at this restaurant for years, I was in pretty good with the managers so I could get people upgraded food items for free. Got this guy a free add-on salad and a large chocolate Sunday for his family to share. Dude asks me, 'Do you play the lottery? Because you just won,' and proceeds to hand me a scratch off ticket with 50 dollars in winnings as a tip.
Go to the gas station to cash it in the next day, dude had already cashed it in. We paid 3% on our tables totals so I ended up paying like 5 dollars for this guy to eat out and get a bunch of free stuff on my behalf. ????"
"So I never waited tables but I was a busboy the entire time I was in high school. We had this family that would come in, dude and his wife, their two small kids.
They seemed like the most ordinary family. But they were like Vishnu, the destroyers of tables.
They always left a f---ing disaster. Fries everywhere s--- all over the floor.
I sat and watched as one of the kids put the salt and pepper shakers into a glass of milk, and then watched the dad be like, 'Hey can junior have a new milk, he had a little accident.'
THEY WERE BOTH SUBMERGED IN MILK. Fries everywhere. Crumbs everywhere. 1% of the food had been consumed. They screamed the entire time to zero reaction from the parents. It was chaos for the entire hour they were there, every time.
I had to clean this up probably a dozen times before the hostess asked them not to come back.
Yeah, they threw a f---ing fit. Didn't come back though
"Served at Olive Garden for two years.
Typical busy night. Never ending pasta bowl time of year. Yay. It was one of my first tables of the evening. This family of five, mom, dad, two sons, and a little girl(probably 2 or 3). They were all exceedingly overweight, and the daughter had on a dirty shirt and no pants, just a diaper. Well on a check back I noticed an overwhelming scent of s--- lingering around the table. I don't judge, I have no idea what's going on in their life. I just tell myself someone probably farted & I just walked up at the exact wrong moment.
Well, I return with some refills (s--- smell still just as intense as before) and on my way around the table to pass out beverages I pass the high chair I notice the little girl has her hand in her diaper. WTF. I then proceed to watch her pull out a turd & throw it on the floor to join an even larger turd that was already there slightly covered by a napkin. I could not hide the disgust on my face.
I don't remember exactly the words I used but I turned to the parents & said, 'Umm, your daughter has a situation going on over here.' The mother replies, 'Oh yeah, I know I threw that napkin over it,' and then continues to devour her third refill on never ending pasta. I was in disbelief. Not only is there two pieces of fresh honey boo boo style s--- on the floor, but the girl's hands are obviously covered in s--- & not one family member seems to care in the slightest!!!!! One of the brothers even asked me for another Dr. Pepper, while I was standing there still in shock.
So I immediately told the manager on duty & she didn't believe me. I said 'I s--- you not Amanda, there is s--- on the floor. Go see for yourself.' She ended up politely asking the mother to clean it up immediately she even gave her disinfectant wipes. The mom became irate and claimed it's not her job, blah blah blah she feels discriminated that we would ask her to do such a thing. She even demanded that everything they ordered be paid for. But, in the end, she did pick up the s---. She picked it up but she didn't wash her hands, didn't clean up her daughter, continued to finish her meal. I thought it was over & they'd pay & get the f--- out to never return.. but no, as I'm dropping the check mom says, 'Uh it's my son's birthday don't y'all sing & give us dessert'"
Oola, king of food on the web! From recipes for new drinks and fast snacks to foodie tales that will make you laugh-out-loud or wince in awe, Oola is an endless buffet of food and fun.