They’re Clearly Not Popular Because Of THAT Guy
In 2017, my sister and I were out for brunch and had a lovely time at an upscale rooftop restaurant in the heart of our city. Y’know, the kind with a full setting, cloth napkins, and white tablecloths. The kind where a pancake entrée has the word “melange” and mimosas are $16.
We had a great time even though the service was a little rushed. We get it; Saturday brunch means a lot of tables with a speedy turnover. My sister was a waitress all through college, and we even joked about her applying for the weekend shifts since she’d make great tips.
When it came time to settle the check, we noticed that we had been charged for two coffees, which we didn’t order nor received. While handing the bill back, I ask that they be taken off.
Waiter: “Well, you got coffee.”
Me: “I’m sorry, we actually didn’t. See?”
I showed him the pristine, empty coffee cups.
Waiter: “No, there are two coffee cups on the table.”
Me: “There are coffee cups on every table.”
At this point, he kind of huffed and rolled his eyes.
Waiter: “I don’t have the authority to remove anything from the bill.”
Before I could ask for someone who did, he smirked and said:
Waiter: “The manager on duty just went on break. You’ll have to wait thirty minutes for her to come back. But I’ll be asking you to wait at the host stand since we need the table.”
My sister and I looked at each other and we both got the same idea.
Sister: “Well, okay. I guess if we’re being charged for coffee, I’d like a refill.”
Me: “Oh, for me, too. And can you bring cream and sugar?”
It was at this moment that the waiter knew he’d f***ed up. We spent another twenty minutes sipping coffee and keeping him from turning the table. We asked for refills once, and I asked if they had any raw sugar packets.
By the end of it, he was pointedly ignoring us. We kind of giggled about it, and I made a very dramatic show of flourishing my card, putting it in the booklet, and setting it upright. My sister even tried to flag him down, but he refused to look in our direction.
We finished and hung around until he came back with his manager. He was smirking again. Big lips, that guy. I have to say, that facial expression stayed with me.
Waiter: *Sickly sweet* “Okay, you two, we have a seating time limit to allow our other guests the opportunity to eat with us. Will that be all today?”
Me: “Well, we’ve been waiting for you to take our check. I was trying to get your attention earlier, but you must have been busy.”
I offered him my card and the booklet, and I’d never seen a human turn red so quickly. He muttered that he’d be right back and marched off to run it. While we were waiting, the manager asked us about our experience. We said we both had a great time and we’d be back, and we relayed what happened. At least we ended up enjoying the coffee.
We paid, left a decent tip, and skedaddled. But it felt good knowing he probably cost himself a ticket’s worth of tips over $9 in coffee.