If You’re Waitstaff, You’re Trapped With These People

I’m a waitstaff at a restaurant during Valentine’s Day. I see a guy on a date with a woman. The guy gets up the use the restroom and then the woman straight up grabs her stuff and leaves (making sure to down her glass of wine before she does so).

The poor b****** comes back and just sits there for a few minutes, before asking me:

Customer: “Did you see where my date went?”

Me: “Sorry, but… uh… she left.”

Customer: *Seemingly taking this in his stride.* “Okay.”

I smile awkwardly.

Me: “Is there anything I can get you?”

Customer: “Yeah, can I get your number? You’re way prettier than she is.”

Me: “I’m… going to say no to that.”

Customer: *Shows off a shiny metallic American Express.* “How about now?”

I’m beginning to realize why his date made her exit. This guy is trying to flex by showing off his fancy credit card, but I decide to pivot.

Me: “Oh, you’re ready to settle the bill? Let me just get that for you!”

Customer: “No, wait, I—”

Too late, I’m gone. I practically run over to my very large and hairy manager, explain the situation, and he heads over with the check and card reader. The guy pays but then sits there for another half hour to finish his wine and has to be asked to leave after he tries asking out two more female waitstaff.