“Maybe You Should Go To The Drive-Thru Next Time”
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“My friends and I went to a restaurant with 6 people. This restaurant is kind of an ‘art scene’ restaurant, but definitely portrays itself, and prices itself, as a gourmet restaurant. The place was not extremely busy, probably 60-70% to max capacity on a Friday night. Our waitress comes by to take our drink orders and we order two pitchers. Twenty minutes later we get our drinks. That’s not a huge deal, but somewhat confusing considering they weren’t that busy. We let it slide. She takes our orders once she delivers our drinks. No one orders anything complicated. it’s all typical stuff; an appetizer and entrees for everyone. The appetizer, which was the price of a full meal, was supposed to be gourmet crackers and cheese. She literally served us club crackers and frozen, yes frozen, cheese.
On top of that, she didn’t even bring out the entire appetizer, and we had to ask for it. After 30 minutes, we get ONE plate out of SIX. She just sits it in front of one of our guests with no reassurance that the rest is coming. After ten minutes of the food just getting cold in front of him, we insist he goes ahead and eats.
It takes 45 minutes until we get the rest of the food, and one of the orders was extremely incorrect. It didn’t even have all the listed ingredients in it. It was a cheesesteak without cheese. She asked to have her order fixed the right way and the waitress gives her this snarky look and says, ‘Maybe you should go to the drive-thru next time.’ Everyone was shocked and offended by her remark. We had waited on our food for a little under 2 hours and she is getting mad at us. So I did what I thought was the most appropriate; I wrote, ‘DRIVE-THRU’ on her tip.”
Put Some Attitude On My Burrito Baby!
“One afternoon, I went out to lunch with some co-workers at one of my favorite local eateries. I was trying to get the waitress’ attention because I ordered a grilled steak burrito and got a grilled chicken burrito instead. The place was packed, you could barely hear yourself think. So I called out: “Miss! Miss!” and raised my hand in the air. By instinct, I snapped my fingers, as well.
Apparently, this is like the cardinal sin of being a restaurant patron. She literally stomped over with this sour look on her face and tartly said: ‘Don’t…snap.” I can’t convey in this font the intensity of the words. “I’m sorry,” I offered, “it’s just really loud and I couldn’t get your attention and my order is wro…’
‘Don’t snap,’ she said as she cut me off. ‘Just because I work for tips and get paid like crap doesn’t give you the right to treat me like I’m your personal servant.’
‘Wha…you know what? Just take this back and get me grilled steak burrito.’
I got my burrito (which she probably spit in) and didn’t leave a tip.”
Spilled Drinks, Nonexistent Service, And Stonewall Management
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“My best friend gets back from overseas, and to celebrate we decided to go out to a local restaurant that just opened. We were broke and heard this place was affordable, so we gave it a shot. I arrived early, ordered my own drink and his favorite, a coke. He shows up right as the waitress comes back with our drink order. As he sits down she spills the entire tray on him. Being good-natured, he laughs, gets up, goes to his car, and changes into some army gear that he had in his bags. He returns, sits down, and the waitress comes back and spills the drinks on him AGAIN. This time, frustrated because he has nothing to change into, he goes and tries to dry off in the bathroom. He comes back a second time, sits down, we order our food. An hour goes by before we get fed up. I call the manager over and ask where our food could possibly be, and our server. Turns out the waitress forgot to put our food order in and left work unannounced. To top it all off? Even after the horrid service the manager wouldn’t comp us anything and made us pay for our drinks. Overall experience rating is a strong -2/10. I would never consider again in my life.”
Karma At Its’ Finest
“My first job was working as a busboy in a tourist trap restaurant near Disney World. One fine day these two obnoxious, Ferrari driving, jerks came in and purposefully made a huge mess on and around their table. They spent the whole time laughing and making comments like, ‘Aw, shucks, do you have to clean that up, boy? Oh, we are sooooo sorry buddy’, and ‘Work real hard and you might get a real job someday, boy.’ They tormented the waitress and only left her a penny tip.
As I was cleaning up their fallout, which included crumbled biscuits and spilled water, I noticed that they had dumped some of their food onto the floor beneath the table. As I was on my hands and knees trying to clean up the mess underneath the table I spotted something: MY REVENGE!
