Y’know, putting aside the ethicality, immorality, and general fucknuttery of spitting in someone’s food, I have to say, I’ve never understood the appeal this holds as a revenge tactic. What good is vengeance if your target never knows that it’s been wrought? Isn’t the whole point of revenge the payoff, where you look your mark in the eye and watch their reaction to the realization that they’ve been soundly defeated? It seems to me that all the spit method leaves you with is the off-chance that you might’ve given the person a cold.
As an aside, before I entered the fields of banking and whatever you’d call what I do now, I did a fair stint in the restaurant business, and I never once saw anyone’s food sabotaged. I only ever heard about it happening once, at a local, er, establishment of ill repute, and even there, the person suspected was fired on the spot. Certainly, foodspitting does not occur with anywhere near the frequency certain fucknuts would have you believe…so, don’t let VCO3’s tales of idiocy turn you off of restaurant food forever.
VCO3: The reason you shouldn’t be an asshole to waiters is not because they might fuck with your food, but because they’re human beings, and therefore worthy of a certain basic respect. Interestingly enough, the same applies to customers. I’m not about to say that the customer is always right. I’m not even going to take the path of proper decorum and say that impoliteness is never warranted. What I will say is that, if you have something to say to somebody, tell it to them straight. At least a guy who’s an asshole customer has enough balls to be an asshole to your face. He’s a prick; you’re a prick and a coward. You spit in his coffee, at the end of the day, he thinks nothing of it – hell, by your design, he didn’t even notice. You, on the other hand, get to live with the knowledge that you’re intentionally being a spineless dick.
Funny thing is, I never even ever thought that. Possibly because I’ve only had good, or at least inoffensive customers while in food service. (And very few real bad eggs in retail, either.)
You rode the short bus to school, didn’t you? Let me use small words: You don’t shake shaken my faith in servers. I don’t for a minute think most are like you. With one exception, those are all one-syllable words.
I see others have already asked for clarification as to how an experience can be ruined if I don’t know about it.
Actually, I don’t think anyone in that entire thread said anything like “We love to treat servers like garbage! And without consequences!” Although it’s worth pointing out again that your cowardly covert vengance doesn’t actually improve the bad customer’s behavior – because he or she doesn’t even know you’ve done whatever slimy thing you’ve done.
I too have worked at almost every level of food service from Pizza Hut to a four-star restaurant and I repeat: I have NEVER seen ANYONE intentionally contaminate a customer’s food. Unless you were confident of privacy to do it all alone – unlikely in a very busy kitchen – or confident that everyone working with you shared your sociopathy, hatred, and cowardice and therefore would neither object to your actions nor report them – also very unlikely – it is actually quite difficult to do. Fortunately.
On behalf of all humanity, a sincere thank you for leaving the field. Presumably your exist has resulted in countless entrees that have been served saliva-free.
See, here’s the thing that makes you extra special pathetic. I am 30 years old. I have a three year old daughter in whose delivery I participated. As a younger man I once stuck my hands into the nether regions of a laboring horse to assist in delivering its baby. I have viewed an open-heart surgery, changed bedpans in a hospital, french kissed, changed diapers, dealt with the consequences of catastrophic diaper failure, and cleaned a kitchen in which three people had a tragic (but ultimately comical) vomiting session. Are you seriously under the impression that I am quivering in terror and revulsion over the idea that you might have spit in my drink once? I got over any issues I might once have had with spit, shit, piss, vomit, mucus, blood, and equine vaginal fluid a long, long time ago. The fact that you think that adulterating someone’s drink with something yucky is an amazing, brilliant means of revenge speaks not only to your absolute cowardice, but to the astonishingly limited scope of your imagination.
I mean, it’s not like I want to drink your spit. But if you spit in my drink, I won’t know it, so I won’t care. But the extra special pathetic part is even if I did know, even if you overcame your cringing cowardice and told me, I wouldn’t even care. Oh, I’d get you fired (and if you did something to make me or mine actually sick, arrested), but not because what you did was such a powerful statement. It’s actually about the stupidest and lamest attempts at retribution I can imagine.
And when I did, you’d know. 'Cause I’m not a mewling little wuss sniggering about imagined victories, over people who forgot my existence thousandths of a second after I cringed away from them in fear.
Oh, of course not. No, it’s the people that snap fingers, grab servers by the arm as they’re going by or leaving the table, pinch the butts of cuts girl servers, swear at servers or talk down to them in a scolding, demeaning voice, or sexually harrass servers.
I have been in food service; I did it for about a year and a few more months later on. I never felt the desire to contaminate someone’s food. I never felt like lowering my self to the level of some stuck-up asshole who got their jollies giving me a hard time. Of course, I was polite and I almost never got anyone acting like a jerk.
By the way keeping someone’s lost item is still a form of theft. “Finders Keepers, Losers weepers” is not the way an honest person goes through life.
From your own admitted attitude I would guess you were bristling for offense, you probably carried a large chip on your shoulder at all times and caused most of your own grief.
I remember something about a coffee thread you had over a year ago, where you came off as completely immature and foolish. It would appear you made a very wise choice in leaving food service of any sort.
Well, there was that plane that crashed into the White House when Clinton was president. I don’t remember if that was a deliberate act, or just an accident, though. Bush Sr. was targetted by Saddam, which is why we’re now occupying Iraq. Reagan, of course, was shot by John Hinckley, so that’s pretty clear cut. I don’t know about Carter. Does the rabbit count?
Just for the record, I want to establish that I have never, EVER spit in anyone’s food or drink, nor have I EVER claimed to have done so. The only place that little tidbit is coming from is the pre-menstrual poster’s hysterical O.P. It troubles me that I’ve seen so many posters echo the idea that I was somehow “spitting” in people’s food, and now even the original hair-pulling madwoman-in-the-attic original poster has started to echo her own delusion.
When I talk about sabotaging or fucking with food, I’m talking about people being served shitty food, floor food, food that had been sitting out, cold food, dishes that would have otherwise been re-done because they were sub-standard, shitty specimens or underwhelming cuts or portions, decaf instead of regular, and so on in 95% of cases. Life isn’t an eigthies teen comedy, folks.
Yeah, it definitely got to that point toward the end, and that’s what made me realize I had to get out and find something else that didn’t involve dealing with people. I was always looking for a fight; I had become what I hated. It was like some sort of kung fu movie.
You’re thinking of another poster in that thread, who said that he intentionally threw an engagement ring left behind at the table into the restaurant’s dumpster, then enjoyed watching the customer dig through the sloppy trash to try to find it. I have no idea what her offense was, but if I found myself in a situation with a customer deserving of that much, I’d probably find much more consolation out of paying my rent and bills at their expense than watching them play Double Dare in the dumpster.
I’m sorry - could you point out a single instance where I’ve mentioned spitting in drinks? I’ve never once talked about that. That was a fabrication of the OP’s, and that’s it.
Come on, Roland, you’re a cool guy and I like you, and I know that you’ll acknowledge that there’s a power imbalance in that situation. Due to the very nature of the situation, an employee is never in a position to “tell it to them straight.”