I got norovirus this past winter (almost certainly from the food at a nice local restaurant) and was semi-prostrated for two days with unmentionable gastrointestinal consequences. And I was nice to the servers.
See, it doesn’t pay.
::channeling the Color Purple::
“Next time I’ll put some of Shug Avery’s pee in it.”
I am intrigued as to what degree you (or indeed VC03 or others who have witnessed this, because I never did in 9 years) would have to see someone’s food/beverage be abused before either taking it further or finding a different place of employment. I can kind of understand not wanting to drop the dime on a co-worker, but I don’t want to work with someone whose idea of a jolly jape is to spit on someone’s food.
Cucumbers!
WTF??? We can’t plant watermelons and collards?
Well, as I said, I actively removed contaminated food from service before, which didn’t make me very popular. However, when your young, and you really need a job, and you need to make rent, and the economy is the shits where you live, it’s amazing what you can justify to yourself, including looking the other way when people did disgusting things.
FWIW, all of the people that did these things were nice, normal, rational people in other circumstances. It was bizarre to me - that someone seemingly kind, and sweet and normal could act so horrifically, but there you go.
Nowadays I’m not a server, but I certainly wouldn’t let contaminated food be served anymore if I had any way to prevent it.
Your backpedaling and weaseling aside, you’ve given a large number of Dopers that impression. Much like Autolycus is always going to be the “guy who stuck a ladle up his ass,” you’re “the asshole who spits in customer’s coffee.”
Tough shit, troll. You made that bed under the bridge, now you get to lie in it.
I can’t believe I’m compelled to ask this…
Cite? :o
Here. You needn’t read past post #7.
Wasn’t it you who said she had a conservative lifestyle?
I was thinking that if restaurant customers get the idea they can’t complain about anything (even in a mild way) for fear that sociopathic servers will tamper with their food, they’ll take alternate action one of several ways.
One - leave a miniscule or no tip.
Two - Gripe to the manager.
Three - leave after the meal and never come back.
#2 may not matter to the sociopathic server if they don’t particularly care about their job. #1 and #3 are likely to matter to other staffers (if tips are shared and/or they like their jobs enough to be concerned about customers returning).
So if the Sociopathic Server is ruining anyone’s experience, it’s that of his co-workers.
With maths skills like that, how does he even calculate his tips? “Lemme see - 15% of $100 is, uh, eleventy-billion. Fucker stiffed me with a lousy fifteen bucks - but he will PAY! Cos’ I can gob in his soup anytime I like - I can gob in ALL their soups! ALL shall pay, as they taste my saliva of vengeance! Ptuh! Ptuh! DRINK MY SOUP, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR!”
I’d forgotten I was the one who asked. So it’s my fault. Sorry, fellow Dopers.
You are very, very naive if you believe that.
Whooooooooooooooooooooosh!
I got wooshed? Damn.
Anyway, I am the original ring thrower. Flame on.
It’s been suggested by some that the revenge acts described in this thread (and another) are acts of cowardice and that, instead, the waiter should face the customer directly and tell them “What’s what”. Well, a waiter can’t do that. In real life I can confront someone with, “Hey, you’re an asshole and here’s why”, etc… But if I want to keep my job as a waiter I find my justice elsewhere, as described.
Also, there was some question as to what satisfaction such revenge could provide when the target was unaware of the act. I suppose the satisfaction is somewhat similar to the satisfaction one feels when one moves a flashlight beam or reflection around on the floor in front of a cat. The cat goes crazy for it. It makes no difference that the cat doesn’t know it’s being fucked with and that you’re the one doing it. Ultimately, I guess it’s a superiority thing. With such acts of revenge one illustrates for one’s self a measure of superiority in that one has greater control and understanding about his/her world than the customer does.
Actually, I believe the alternate option is to grow the fuck up and get over it.
In late-breaking news, VCO3 Wants To Join The Scientologists. Doubtless he’ll “expect to rate” well on their tests.
It isn’t justice; it’s cowardice, plain and simple. If you honestly have a job that does not allow you to speak up when you are genuinely mistreated, then you need another job. There’s no paycheck that should make you surrender your integrity and act like – act like? heck, become – a spineless small-minded vindictive worm.
There are two sets of possible actions here: One, the bullshit you do that the customer doesn’t ever know about – spitting in a drink, serving food off the floor. That seems to me completely pointless, since the person doesn’t even know you’ve done it. The best you can do is go home and beat off while thinking about how mad they’d be if they knew, which they don’t. That has no analogy to the cat, since the cat certainly is aware it is being fucked with.
Two, the bullshit you do to make someone’s life harder: Throw their ring away, steal their keys. They are aware that their life has become harder, though they may not know who to blame. But your cat example still isn’t an apt one; the difference is that you are not harming or torturing the cat but playing with it. (And if you honestly think you are distressing the cat by making it chase a light, then cut that out at once.) The point is that to make someone else’s life harder in an anonymous fashion, while taking satisfacton in having done so, is a completely piss-ant thing to do.
This really amazes me. You have reduced yourself to fucking with the customer’s food, to stealing from them, and yet you stand there enjoying some feeling of superiority? You have reduced yourself to the most small-minded and petty of cowards, and you think you’ve raised yourself up? Dude, you’re standing in a fucking well. Get a different job that allows you to keep your self-esteem and that doesn’t require you buy back drabs of it at such a high moral cost.
FYI, spitting in drinks is a felony in some states.
When waiters have been surly with me, I pull quarters out of my ass and leave them as a tip.