[Cue soothing music. Soft lit shot; middle aged couple running through park with a dog.] You like to be free and go out in public, but like 400,000 other people, you suffer from RAD: Restaurant Asshole Disorder. Fortunately, BlobCorp Pharmaceuticals and Weapons Systems has a new treatment; Slugaxicin, a .38 calibre pistol bullet inserted into your brain, which you so richly deserve, you piece of shit.[/cue soothing music, legal disclaimers]
In the last few months I have been subjected to some of the most horrible sorts of “people” sitting near me in restaurants, but none so bad as the most recent:
The Buffet Bitch: The Buffet Bitch was a skinny Gen Xer in Gap clothing with a Kate Spade handbag in the local Golden Griddle, a cheap pancake house. She had her Gap-clad husband and their 3-year-old-daughter with them. They were sitting right next to us, which means two feet away.
First, the Buffet Bitch could not understand why the child’s lunch deal cost $3.99, or about $2.40 to our American friends. This included some macaroni and cheese, dessert, and a drink. The Buffet Bitch started yelling at the waitress about this because in her estimation the cost to the restaurant of the food was only a dollar or so. The fact that the food was being prepared for her and served to her did not figure into the Buffet Bitch’s math. But the Buffet Bitch topped herself with her theories around the buffet (hence the name) as revealed by this fascinating conversation:
BUFFET BITCH: How much is the buffet?
WAITRESS: $10.99 for adults. (Canadian dollars.)
BUFFET BITCH: That’s too much. My husband and I will split the buffet.
WAITRESS: Excuse me?
BUFFET BITCH: We’ll split it. We;ll pay $10.99 and we’ll both get something.
WAITRESS: Uh, no, you can’t do that. If you go up to the buffet it costs 10.99 for an adult.
BUFFET BITCH: WHAT? YOU STUPID #&#^&#@
The Buffet Bitch argued. She swore. She insisted that they would not eat as much as other customers (so why not order off the fucking menu, bitch? There’s full breakfasts there for six dollars.) Eventually I think they paid for two buffets.
How can an adult, living in a large city, possibly have such a lack of fundamental social skills? She wasn’t retarded. She did not appear to be brain damaged. She was not, that I could see, from the magical land of Cheapskate, a faraway nation where paying for what you ask for is an unknown concept. She was an adult who surely to God understood why what she wanted was completely ridiculous.
Now, I can understand snapping at someone if you’ve had a bad day. Sometimes you make the mistae of lashing out at the wrong person, or there are misunderstandings and tempers flare. But no sane adult could possibly think that swearing at an 18-year-old waitress, in fronmt fo their daughter, because they wanted to SPLIT A BUFFET is a proper course of action, or reasonable, or even fucking sane. I am not perfect; although I’m very polite as a rule, there have been times when I have been short with people or lost my temper, and there have been times when I have manipulated customer service situations to my advantage in ways that might have been inappropriate. But “we want to split the buffet” and then a string of profanities? I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid cockstraw?
The joke thread title aside, is there some sort of psychological malfunction where people who can otherwise function are just incapable of acting in an ethical or moral fashion with other human beings? Is it low-grade psychopathy?
Oh, there have been others. There was the woman who ordered meals for her kids, had them eat every bite, and then told the waitress the meals were disgusting and she would not pay for them.
WAITRESS: But they ate every bite.
FUCKING HO: It doesn’t matter. They were horrible. (Kids are smiling and look satisfied)
WAITRESS: But, um, they ate them and now the food is gone.
FUCKING HO: You stupid bitch, get the manager.
Is there a mental disease out there I’ve never heard of? Christ. Get the Slugaxicin.