Wow, I don’t recall having heard any outright misogyny from you in the past. Am I forgetting something?
“horsie board”?
1980s, a North Georgia Pizza Hut.
My Parents, Brothers & Sister were all going to Disney world.
We ordered a pizza with Italian Sausage.
Took forever to arrive.
And then, I looked at the Pizza, & asked “what the Hell is this?”
No sausage.
Chopped-up chunks of Hot Dog!
And the manager/owner insisted it was Italian Sausage!
Dad damn near threw it in the owner’s face.
What a bum!
Reported.
My biggest gripe is the server who disappears. This happens about once every few months–I get the server who says she’s getting me a refill and forgets, or doesn’t come back for twenty minutes.
And please don’t throw the check on the table while running by, clearly ignoring the card I’m trying to hand you–I’m trying to save at least one 20-minute round-trip.
One time a waitress took close to a half hour to reappear after I had finished, and I smelled fresh smoke on her breath–I was not happy, but I still tipped her since I was not raised by wolves.
Last week we were out for a family dinner at Olive Garden and I needed a refill and watched in tedious annoyance as she spent fifteen minutes talking to a family at another table. I wasn’t sure if they were friends or if she was helping someone with difficulties ordering, so I didn’t walk over and tap her on the shoulder. Later she told me “Oh yes, we’re old friends…sorry about the wait.”
Next time that happens I will just walk over to the bar and ask for them to refill my glass. I really don’t want the waitress to get in trouble, so I hope my strategy would get them a lighter talking to than if I complained directly to a manager.
I must admit that when I was a projectionist I would do everything in my power to get people to leave at the end of the last show, especially if the credits lasted twenty minutes.
I would start by turning on the house lights. Then I started jacking up the volume to painful levels. Finally, I would turn on the flood lights that the night crew used (those mercury vapor lights that take ten minutes to fully come on).
I feel a small twinge of guilt at not letting folks enjoy the forty minutes of credits at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, but that was forty minutes earlier that I could leave.
It seems that my slow servers are repaying me the karma I deserve from my movie stint 25 years ago.
A couple years ago we were observing a proper Jewish Christmas with some friends of ours and going out for Chinese. The hostess seated us quickly and took our beverage orders. One of my friends ordered some milk to drink, which prompted the hostess to squeal “Oooh, you want milk? You baby? OK, I put in sippy cup for you!”
The milk-orderer was the last one to order, so as soon as the lady made the remarks, she disappeared before we could even react. It was so over-the-top rude it was better to laugh about it than complain, but holy cow!
When I was in college, I briefly worked at a Pizza Hut that had another waitress who always walked around looking busy, but she seldom waited any tables; she just walked around looking for tips to steal. :mad: And she was an elementary schoolteacher working on her summer break!
This restaurant had some of the worst management I’ve ever encountered. Among other things, the waitstaff didn’t have stations; we just took tables in the order we saw them, which was one way she got away with this.
It’s also the only restaurant I ever worked in that I wouldn’t eat at, and it closed not long after I left.
So, what happened with the girlfriend? 
What’s your Dad’s hourly wage at the warehouse? What’s his overtime wage? As a bartender I made $3.63/h, and that was this year. Would your Dad stay on for a couple extra hours if he knew he was only making $3.63?
It is hard to imagine keeping a whole restaurant open past closing time when you are paying the staff and utilities for two jabronies who split an app and drink coffee. Where your father would be still making whatever money he always did, two hours of my time nets me a cool (3.63x2 - which I’ll never see) plus 4 dollars from the party. Fan-fucking-tastic.
She shouldn’t have been rude, but the waitress had a point.
What adult orders milk to drink for dinner at a Chinese restaurant? Is milk even on the menu? I’ve never seen it. Maybe it’s on the kiddie menu, hence her comment about the sippy cup.
It doesn’t matter what the menu did or did not say, AFAIC. That is appallingly bad service, verging on open spite.
This… this has to be deliberate. I cannot fathom how service could be this bad, by accident.
This is complete bullshit. Under the law, restaurants are required to pay you enough to either meet the Federal minimum wage or the State minimum, whichever is higher.
You made more than $3.63/hr, liar.
You stayed there?
Well, at least she didn’t order milk at a BAR!
Spoken by someone who has never been in the restaurant industry or anywhere near it. It’s much much much rarer to find an owner who actually adheres to this law than one who ignores it–and bartenders/waiters who speak up about it tend to find their hours axed until they’re unemployed.
I guess bitching about it is easier than finding a skill set that doesn’t center around fetching water for someone who doesn’t give a shit if you starve to death or not…
<------ never been ‘privileged’ enough to serve other people…
LMAO
I realize this is the BBQ Pit, but cite?
Do you have a job, BigT? Or are you lecturing someone who in all probability goes out to earn a fucking living based solely on the experiences of your Dad?
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While the law says it’s required, it’s very common for servers to not know the law, not feel safe bringing it up with their boss, or if they do know the law and do bring it up, are punished by being fired or having their hours cut so badly they are essentially being fired.