A guy comes into the restaurant with about twenty little kids.

Me: “Do we have a reservation for a kid’s party?”

Manager: “We absolutely do not.” *Approaching the customer* “Sir, do you have a reservation?”

Customer: “No, but they’re having a party, and it doesn’t look too busy in here.”

Manager: “We require reservations for such a party as we normally ensure we are staffed adequately for—”

Customer: “We’ll just take these three empty tables here. Put them together for me.”

My manager is nice and gives him the back room.

Manager: “We will do our best, but we are understaffed for this, so be patient.”

The guy starts getting annoyed with us when the service and the food aren’t instant. Unsurprisingly, all the seven-or-so-year-olds start running around as they’re getting bored.

Customer: “This really is taking too long. I think all the kids should get a free dessert for making them wait.”

Manager: “Sir, your failure to plan a venue for a children’s party is not going to become our problem.”

Customer: “Ugh. You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”

His bill came to around $300. I folded it in half as I gave it to him. He signed it, tipped $20, and wrote, “You deserve less, but I am a nice guy.”

He didn’t realize there was already an 18% tip added because of his group size, but I had folded this part of the receipt over so he hadn’t seen it. Thanks for the extra tip!

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A Lack Of Planning On Your Part…, Part 3
A Lack Of Planning On Your Part…, Part 2
A Lack Of Planning On Your Part…

I live with my mother, and I cook for both of us most of the time. However, on this particular evening and after a long day at work, neither of us has the will to cook, so we decide to order sushi. I open the take-out app on my phone and select the options we want. It’s 7:00 pm, and the order will arrive around 7:45 pm, so we wait.

Around 8:00 pm, nothing has arrived. I call the restaurant, and they tell us the driver just left with our order; he should arrive in around twenty minutes. We wait some more.

At 9:00 pm, still no food. I call the restaurant again, and they say the driver is two streets away. Fifteen minutes later — yes, for two streets — the delivery guy is at the door. He gives me our order without an apology for arriving so late, and he leaves.

I check the bag, and our desserts are missing. Again, I call the restaurant.

Restaurant: “[Restaurant], good evening!”

Me: “Good evening. I called you twice tonight to enquire about our order for [our address]. We finally received it, but we are missing the desserts.”

Restaurant: “Our apology for the inconvenience. We’ll remove the price of [desserts] from your next order.”

Me: “When will the delivery person arrive with them?”

Restaurant: “Look, we’re not gonna send him out again just for some desserts.”

I start to lose my cool.

Me: “No, I disagree. I paid for those desserts, and I want them delivered.”

Restaurant: “We understand that you paid for them, which is why we’ll remove the price of the desserts from your next order.”

Me: “No. The delivery we expected for 7:45 pm arrived an hour and a half late, we were missing items, and now you’re telling me you’re not going to send what was missing? There won’t be any more orders from our end.”

Restaurant: “Well, you did order from [Delivery App]…”

Me: “Are you saying it’s my fault?”

Restaurant: “No, that’s not what I meant.”

Me: “Do you really think it’s acceptable? The order arrived more than an hour late, half of the order is missing, you are refusing to send the rest of the food I paid for, and I am somehow responsible for this whole fiasco because I ordered through [Delivery App]. Is that what you are saying? And you expect me to order from you again?”

Restaurant: “Sorry, ma’am, but there’s nothing I can do.”

Me: “Wrong. You can send what’s missing.”

We went back and forth, and they ultimately refused to send the rest of my order. I placed a scathing review on the page of the restaurant.

Another hour later, the delivery person called me. He had forgotten the desserts in the back of his car, and he offered to deliver them.

The desserts were ice cream mochis — left in a car on a hot summer evening for an hour. I declined.

One of my waitresses has an annoying customer walk up behind her while she’s holding a full tray of drinks. They whisper in her ear:

Customer: “I’d like to get into your pants!”

Waitress: “Sorry, there’s only room for one a**hole in my pants.”

She walked away from the burn victim.

My friends are owners of a “chef’s table” kind of restaurant where we all get a set menu with wine pairing, and multiple diners share the same large tables. Guest interaction with each other is encouraged and part of the experience; it’s not for introverts!

Sadly, this one guy is on the other end of the spectrum and is being an obnoxious extrovert. He’s loud, thinks his opinion is the only one that matters, and has complained about every single dish and glass of wine he’s tried so far — but of course, still finishes everything.

I stand up to use the restroom, and I stop by where my friends, the owners, are sitting.

Me: “Why am I sitting at the table with that jerk instead of here with you guys? I’m about to tell him to f*** off!”

Friend: “Why do you think we sat you near him? We can’t tell him to f*** off!”

I did their dirty work for them. I told the guy that there were nineteen other people at our table, and his ranting and moaning were ruining the night for the rest of us. As a result, he cussed me out and left, we all ate in peace, and I got my meal for free. Score!

I use a particularly well-known dating app that allows you to swipe left or right on would-be suitors. I matched with a girl, and my first impression was that she was very attractive, had a nice complexion, and took care of herself, and based on her photos, she enjoyed the great outdoors. Being an outdoorsy guy myself, she ticked a lot of my boxes. We exchanged numbers and went out on our first date.

That’s when her red flags really began showing.

Throughout the entire date at a restaurant I chose, she was mainly on her phone, texting away. In between that, she asked me a lot of personal questions such as my wealth, how much money I made, etc. Out of politeness, I decided not to cut the date short because I also wanted to avoid any potential drama, even though my date was being incredibly rude and obnoxious with her glaringly evident materialistic lifestyle. After we concluded the date, I went home and deleted her number ASAP.

Months went by without any contact whatsoever. I had pretty much forgotten about her up until I got a text from a number that wasn’t saved in my phone.

Date: “I wanted you to know that I am seeing someone new now.”

Me: “I’m sorry, who is this?”

Date: “Wow. It’s [Date]. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been thinking about me.”

Me: “Not really. I mean, why do you think I haven’t texted you since?”

Date: “It’s okay to be mad. Really. But I just want you to know that you can still win me back by taking me here.”

She then sent me a link to a private island vacation in the Caribbean. The price? At least $30,000 per person. I was speechless for a moment.

Me: “Hahaha, tell me this is a joke, please. You seriously think I’m that desperate?”

Date: “If you’re poor, babe, just say so!”

Me: “It’s not a matter of whether I’m poor or not. I just don’t believe that you are worth spending that much money on.”

Date: “Typical broke-a** boy talk.”

For the record, I would not describe myself as poor. I am self-employed and make a very decent income.

Me: “Huh, let’s see for a second. I took you out to [Expensive Restaurant], drove you in my [Expensive Car] because you didn’t want to book a [Rideshare] from your apartment, and paid for everything on the bill that you wanted, which also happened to be the most or nearly the most expensive thing on the menu. Who sounds more poor, love?”

She didn’t respond after that. I sincerely hope that whoever she’s “seeing” now is either incredibly desperate or just as shallow as her. The whole experience put me off dating for such a long time.