I waited on a post-church-service family of eight, led by the sassy and perpetually disappointed grandmother. She sat at the head of the table, glaring daggers at me and rolling her eyes every time I approached. She inspected each and every dish as it came out, doing everything but jumping on the table to alert me of any errors or skimped portions.
Finally, bill time. I was going to hand it to her polite and friendly son, but grandmama grabbed it out of my hand with both of her hands.
I retreated but stayed within earshot to hear her dissection of the bill, just daring her to find an inaccuracy.
She found something much worse.
"Es-suuuuuuuse me?" she bellowed at everyone at the table. "Who the Hell ordered this gratuity? It's the most expensive thing on the bill!"
Bitter Waiter, do you serve tables at Red Lobster? I swear your blogs are identical to many situations I find myself in...
Posted by: Sean | November 09, 2012 at 12:04 PM
sounds like the usually non tipping people>
Posted by: Dave | August 11, 2012 at 06:44 PM
No way!
Posted by: Davis | July 28, 2012 at 11:36 AM
Perfect snippet of LOL. Thank you.
Posted by: Mandy | July 27, 2012 at 11:55 AM
I can only imagine how polite and tempered your response was when she inquired...
Posted by: chris | July 26, 2012 at 11:11 AM
At least nobody ordered the Gratuity A La Mode, because that costs extra.
Posted by: Sweaty Noel | July 26, 2012 at 10:40 AM
Hahahahahahahahaahhahah! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I am dying!
Posted by: TeMe | July 26, 2012 at 10:36 AM