Complaints First, Please!
Submitted Nov. 22, 1997
From London, England
- I work in a rich area where customers, oh excuse me,
guests do their best to cause as much grief to us
waitresses as possible.On Saturday nights, I have no
patience and what I usually do is rip of a sheet of my
pad and give it to the ringleader of the table. Then I tell them to save
themselves and me aggravation and write down any
complaints they've cooked up in advance to get a free
meal, give them to me and if I like them, I'll show
the manager. If I am dealing with teenagers I usually
give them a crayon to write with and hand out colouring
sheets...call me a sarcastic bitch but the ruder i am,
the better my tip....irony? More like poetic justice!
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