Ah, the good ol’ days…
I had only been waiting tables for like two weeks when I had a party of women sit down in my section who all ordered iced tea.
I hadn’t quite learned how to manage a beverage tray yet, but that was the only way to get eight iced teas to the ladies without taking forever, so I loaded up my tray and went to hand them all over, one by one.
I’d only handed out two of 'em when I leaned too far over the shoulder of one of the ladies…the tray tipped and all the iced teas fell over like bowling pins.
All. Over. Her.
I guess having six tall glasses of iced tea dumped on your head all at once is pretty shocking. The woman began screaming like I had applied blazing hot irons to her skin. Everyone in the entire restaurant stopped what they were doing and stared. She screamed so loud they heard it all the way in the back of the kitchen; the manager came running out immediately to see what the hell had happened.
I was so startled that my instinctive reaction was to start laughing. Hysterically. For about five seconds, until I just ran away. Literally. I ran into the kitchen and hid, completely and utterly mortified.
The manager told the woman he’d pay for her dry-cleaning, and gave her the meal for free. She was actually pretty nice about it, all things considered; it was the woman sitting next to her who raised hell because some of the tea had splashed on her white dry-clean-only outfit. My manager bought her meal, too, and told her to send us the bill for her dry-cleaning as well, but she still bitched and moaned like it was the end of the world and I had done it intentionally.
Since then I’ve splashed people with dropped drinks, and I’ve dropped whole trays of food, but I’ve never been able to top dumping six glasses of iced tea all over one woman at the same time.
And no, FTR, it is illegal for restaurants to make their employees pay for mistakes of this kind. As long as it’s obvious you didn’t do it on purpose, there’s never any question that the restaurant eats the damage, not the server. The only thing most restaurants make servers pay for is walked tabs.
So for anyone who’s ever dined and dashed, if I ever encounter you I’ve got some very special words for you. It’s no fun working an entire shift to pay for someone else’s dinner, especially when you don’t even make enough to cover it and you leave with less money than you had when you walked in the door.