I work in a small-town restaurant. I absolutely love my job, and the majority of my customers are great. I am one of two night-shift servers, and they have both of us working tonight. I have been here for two hours without a table, and I am metaphorically beating my head on the wall because I am so bored.
I see this couple pull up, and I get so excited to finally have a table. This old married couple comes in, and they seem sweet. I start walking them to their table, and the lady stops.
Lady: “Is your cafeteria buffet line open?”
We have a lunch buffet that runs through the day but closes at night.
Me: “We don’t do the buffet at night, ma’am.”
Lady: *Starting to get upset* “So, what? You don’t do the buffet anymore?”
Me: *As nicely as I can* “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we close it at 3:00.”
Lady: *Barking back* “Well, what time does it open?”
Me: “Eleven in the morning.”
Lady: “And what time is it now?”
She asks this as if she just won an argument. I tell her the time; it is almost 5:00, so the buffet has been closed for a good two hours now. She keeps trying to argue and gets super mad until her husband gets her to sit down.
Lady: “Well, where’s all the food, then?”
Me: “Even though the buffet line is closed, we can still do all of the same food. It’s just made in the kitchen, and I will bring it to you.”
She grabs her menu and huffs. I grab my order book.
Me: “Can I go ahead and—”
Lady: *Cutting me off* “I am not going to order anything from you if you keep standing there.”
Mind, I am standing opposite her and not near the table. I feel myself get red in the face, and I finish, trying my best to keep my composure.
Me: “Can I go ahead and grab y’all something to drink?”
Lady: “Well, I haven’t even gotten a chance to look at the menu, so no, you can’t. Leave us alone.”
I am already having a rough night (I just got kicked out, and I am couch-surfing while trying to find a place, so it’s been rough), and I feel the floodgates open.
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you will not be rude to me.”
Her mouth falls open and she starts stammering.
Lady: “I… I wasn’t being rude!”
Me: “I am sorry, but you will not be rude to me. I will give y’all a minute to look over the menu.”
I then very quickly left and went to find the owner of the restaurant. I told him the situation. He was upset; he said I shouldn’t be treated like that and switched the server. I sat to wait for the next people to come in and saw the other server also struggling with these customers.
Finally, I guess the couple got too annoyed and left. I will say I’ve dealt with some terrible people while in the service industry, but this was by far the worst I’ve ever been treated.