No Way To ‘Run’ A Restaurant

(I am a server and it is a busy Friday night. I have about six tables, one of those being a 12-top with about four kids.)

Me: “Hi, it’s really busy and I’d rather not run into your kid. Do you mind not letting them run around?”

Customer: “Are you serious? You can’t just watch where you are going?”

Me: “I’ll do my best.” *I smile and walk away*

(10 minutes later, I’m walking through the aisle with three plates in my hand and a child runs into me and steps on my foot, leading to a large bruise and me dropping all the plates, that were for their table.)

Customer: “ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?! YOU NEED TO WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING! YOU COULD HAVE DROPPED THAT ON MY SON!”

Me: “I am so sorry. I tried but your son ran into me. I’ll get this food remade for you right away!”

Customer: No forget it; we are leaving! This is your fault! You’re the worst server I have ever had, almost hurting my son!”