Unfiltered Story #105918

, | Unfiltered | February 18, 2018

I had recently started working at a restaurant as a waitress. About halfway through my shift one evening, a group of four men are seated in my section. I head over to take their drink orders.
Me: “Hello there, my name is [name] and I’m going to be your waitress tonight. Can I start you all off with something to drink?”
Customer#1: “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing!”
Customer #2: “Good thing the ol’ wives aren’t here, or we’d be in trouble tonight!”
Me: “…”
I’m feeling uncomfortable, but I do my job and take their orders. When I return to the table to hand them their drinks, I notice customer #2 looking me up and down with a creepy grin. He scoots to the side of the booth and leans over, hand out-stretched, clearly intending to slap me on the butt. I leap to the side as he swings, causing him to miss his target and lose his balance, sending him tumbling to the floor. As he pulls himself off the ground, he begins yelling at me.
Customer #2: “You little b*tch, how dare you! You flaunt yourself around in those f*cking tight pants and can’t take the consequences? You’re a f*cking teasing, b*tch!” He shoves my shoulders. “Get me your manager! Now, b*tch!”
My supervisor runs over to the scene and places a protective arm around me.
Supervisor: “Sir, you need to calm down.” *She turns to me* “Go take your break, I’ll handle this”
I run to the back and take my break. My supervisor kicks the men out of the restaurant and sends me home early to recover.
When I arrive for my shift the next day, the manager calls me into his office to speak with me.
Manager: “Now, [my name], I heard about what happened last night. So, consider this your first warning. If it happens again that you will be written up for it.
Me: “What? What am I trouble for?”
Manager: “You made some loyal customers very angry and lost us a lot of money. We had to give them a gift card for their trouble.”
Me: “What! He tried to sexually assault me!”
Manager: “[My name], don’t turn this into one of those ordeals. You know what really happened.”
Me: *stunned silence*
Manager: “Situations like these is just what comes with being a waitress. The guys can’t help it, so you need to get used to it.”
Me: “I quit.”
I walked out of his office and right out the door. Needless to say, I’ve never gone back.

This Close To Giving You Side-Eye

, , , | Right | February 15, 2018

(My friend and I walk to a restaurant to grab a bite to eat. They have a special where you can get a sandwich or salad, and then something else on the side.)

Friend: “Can I have the salad and side special?”

Cashier: “Sure thing. What kind of salad would you like?”

Friend: “The Cobb salad, please.”

Cashier: “Okay. Would you like soup, mac and cheese, or coleslaw on the side?”

Friend: “Yes.”

Cashier: “Um… Soup, mac and cheese, or coleslaw?”

Friend: “Yes.”

Me: “[Friend], you can only have one.”

Friend: “Huh?”

Me: “You keep saying, ‘Yes,’ when he asks which side you want.”

Friend: “Oh! I’m so sorry! My head is somewhere else. I’d like a tomato soup on the side.”

(The three of us had a good laugh.)

A Real Malt-Of-The-Earth Kind Of Server

, , , , , , | Working | February 15, 2018

(I am at a diner with a couple of friends. They are ordering dinner, but I have already eaten. I see malts listed on the menu. I haven’t had a chocolate malt in years, and it sounds good. The server, a teenage girl, arrives at our table.)

Server: “Are you ready to order?”

Friend #1: “Yes, we are.”

Server: “Okay.” *walks away*

Me: “Did I hear her right? Didn’t she just ask if we were ready?”

Friend #1: “That’s what I heard.”

(A few minutes later, the same server returns.)

Server: “Can I take your order now?”

(My friends order their meals. Then, it’s my turn.)

Me: “I’ll just have a chocolate malt, please.”

Server: *seems confused for a moment* “Do you mean a chocolate milkshake?”

Me: “No, a malt. The menu says that you have milkshakes and malts.”

Server: “Where?”

Me: *pointing to the menu item* “Right there. It says, ‘Malt.’”

Server: “Oh, but that’s made with something different.” *walks away*

(My friends and I raise our eyebrows at one another. I eventually got… a chocolate milkshake. I decided to accept it and not press the issue.)

Unfiltered Story #105420

, , | Unfiltered | February 13, 2018

(I work in the maintenance department for a company that occasionally hosts meetings for outside clientele. Calls come over the radio whenever there is an issue.)

Radio: “Maintenance on the air.”

Me: “Go ahead.”

Radio: “Hey, can you run up to [meeting room]? [Client] says their TV isn’t working.”

Me: “Copy. I’ll be right up.”

(I run up the stairs instead of waiting on the elevator, since the building is quite busy and these clients aren’t particularly known for their patience. By the time I get there…)

Client: “Oh, we fixed it. It was on VGA instead of HDMI. Sorry!”

Me: *panting slightly* “…no problem.”

A Bad Attitude At Any Altitude

, , , | Right | February 12, 2018

(I am on an airplane with a friend. [Customer #1] is a mother with two young children, and is unable to get seats with both of her kids, so her two-year-old is seated several rows away. She asks [Customer #2] if she’d switch. When [Customer #2] refuses, a woman in the row behind her volunteers. As [Customer #1] is helping her child get settled in, the child asks why she couldn’t be next to her.)

Customer #1: “Well, some people just aren’t very nice.”

Customer #2: “Excuse me? How dare you say I’m not nice.”

Customer #1: “Well, you did refuse to switch seats with a child.”

Customer #2: “Oh, so, just because you didn’t get your way, you’re going to say I’m not nice? Excuse me.”

Flight Attendant: “What seems to be the problem?”

Customer #2: “This woman just called me rude. It’s not my fault. I bought my ticket early. I got on the plane on time. Why should I have to move my seat?”

Flight Attendant: “What is it that you want me to do about it?”

Customer #2: “She can’t just go around telling her kid that I’m not nice.”

Flight Attendant: *confused and kind of helpless* “I’m sorry.”

Customer #2: “Yeah, you’re not that sorry.”

Customer #3: “Look. It’s a six-hour flight. You two need to find a way to get along. We’re all going to the same place.”

([Customer #2] spent the rest of the flight petulantly staring out the window. The kids were fine. And when we arrived in San Francisco, my friend got a good look at her.)

Friend: “She didn’t have b****y resting face. She was just a b****.”

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