Mojit-Oh No

CONTENT WARNING: Vomit

A customer is celebrating her birthday at our steakhouse. She ordered a passionfruit mojito, and I asked for ID because she looked about seventeen to me, but she was indeed turning twenty-two today. Nothing seemed off about her. She was sweet. She was with her daughter, who looked maybe four years old.

This is a steakhouse, and I gave her time with the menu, like ten minutes, honestly, and even after that much time, she still had to ask me if we have any steaks on our menu… so it was that type of situation. No big deal. I highlighted all the steaks for her. She ordered lamb.

Toward the end of the meal, I noticed she moved all her lamb off the entrée plate and piled it on top of her mac and cheese dish. So I went over to her to see if she needed a to-go box, and she was sitting there on her phone in front of a pool of vomit in her entrée plate.

Customer: “I actually accidentally threw up on myself.”

Me: “Oh! So… you need the bill.”

I went to get her bill, and she disappeared into the bathroom for thirty minutes with her young daughter. So now I was looking for a manager to tell them what happened.

I found the bussers and told them not to touch anything on her table. She spent so long in the bathroom that I had a manager go check on her, and apparently, she was in there calling her man to come get her. She told the manager she got too drunk and asked her to box up her food.

During that time, I worked up the courage to put on some rubber gloves, take a tray over to that table, pick up the vomit plate, and carry it to the trash. Everything went into the trash: the plate, the tray, all of it.

While I was over there, I got a better look at her pile of lamb and mac, and the lamb was covered in vomit. This meant she threw up onto the lamb, picked it up off her plate, then put it on top of the mac and cheese, and then just sat there on her phone until I came over to check on her. WTF. 

When the manager came out to try and box the food, I stopped her.

Me: “No! She threw up all over it.”

The manager told the girl:

Manager: “Honey, you spit up onto your food.”

Customer: “Oh, I did?”

Her man showed up, he paid for her food, and stiffed me completely.

Then, a half hour later, another customer came up.

Customer: “I’m sorry to tell you, there’s vomit all over the second and third stalls in the women’s restroom…”