New parents want to bring their Mercedes of baby carriages into the restaurant - which is not allowed - and promptly pitch a hissy when I tell them so. As I explain that they can leave the carriage by the fence in the outdoor dining section (a veritable parking lot for the things) they aren't listening, tell me to shove it, and off they go up the street to another eatery. This one doesn't pretend to like young families. Ten minutes later they're back at the front door parking the Benz, looking defeated as their little darling remains oblivious to the scene and sleeps soundly. Some people with newborns should be required to take a class before traveling anywhere but Grandmas house.
Woman complained about the Romaine Lettuce in her salad and tacos. She expected iceburg. Not in this restaurant, honey.
Couple complained about the spiciness of their entrees. Hers was too mild, his was too hot. They ordered the same items. Communicate much?
Woman mumbling to herself takes a seat at the bar just as the punchline of a joke is delivered and another group howls with laughter. She scowls and says to no one in particular, "what the f**k have they got to laugh about?" yanks her purse off the bar and storms out. Clearly, this was not the place for her. How about a funeral home?
A five-year-old in a party of 6 was dancing around entertaining the family while annoying the other diners. I paid a visit telling her that this was not a theatre and she could hurt herself. She and family ignored me. A few minutes later, as I seated another party, the darling slipped, fell, and banged her head on a table leg. I leaned over and said as loud as I could without disturbing other diners, "Did that knock any sense into your head?" She got up rubbing her sore head, didn't cry, and as I expected the family complained to the owner. He backed me up telling them to come back when the little sweety learned social manners.
A middle-aged couple choose the fried ice cream for dessert. As they were leaving I asked how everything was. The man responds that the meal was excellent except for the dessert. The fried ice cream was COLD!
You can't make this stuff up.
More later.
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I think my favs were the last two.
ReplyDeleteKudos for you and the management on handling the dancing brat, and kudos for karma for giving the brat exactly what she deserved (a fall and bump on the head). My worst side might have wished for injury, but then the restaurant might have had to deal with a lawsuit.
Jane Wagner says what makes us different from the apes is our ability to complain.
ReplyDeleteI admire you for what you do to people, sometimes subtle words are not enough. *wink*
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