To Quote Gene Belcher, “IT’S NOT OKAY”
I’ve been working as a server or bartender since I was sixteen years old. I’ve gotten used to plenty of rude customers over the eight years I’ve been in this worksphere, but this one takes first place.
I recently quit working as a server — yay! — and started working from 11:00 am to 7:00 pm as a store clerk. The position is better paid and works better for me. I live in a small tourist town where most people know each other and there are A LOT of tourists during the summer. My brother has a restaurant that is open from mid-spring until early autumn. I help out whenever he needs it after I finish my other job at 7:00 pm.
Monday is a national holiday in my country, and the weekend is expected to be very busy. And it is. I can barely keep up with the tables I have, things are getting hectic in the kitchen, and it is really slow there.
I bring menus to two guys who have just been seated, and as I’m leaving their table to get to some other customers, one of the guys stops me and, with no intention of reading the menu, asks me:
Guy: “What beers do you have?”
Me: “They are all listed in the menu; you can see them there. I’ll be right back with you, sir, just one mo—”
Guy: “I ain’t reading that. JUST TELL ME WHAT BEERS YOU HAVE!”
Used to this kind of customer, I just explain what we have.
Guy: “Was it so hard to tell me? Bring me this one, and some fish and some fries.”
Me: “Sir, it’s very busy right now, and it’ll take at least forty minutes for the fries and the fish to be ready. Can I offer you some salads or something on the barbecue while the rest gets ready?”
Guy: “DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO IS GONNA WAIT? My child will be here in ten minutes, and if the fish isn’t here, I WILL NOT BE PAYING!”
Me: *Getting irritated* “Sir, there are tons of other orders before you, and we cannot bring yours before that.”
Guy: “I DON’T CARE! WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME THAT I HAVE TO WAIT?! BRING IT OR ELSE—”
Already fed up with everything, I cut him off.
Me: “Dude, first of all, you have no right to speak to me like that. Second, your order will not be ready in less than forty minutes because there are other customers before you and because I’m not going to serve you! Get out of here!”
I go to my other tables as I have three who are waiting to order, get their orders, and continue to do my job. I stop by the kitchen and let my brother know what’s going on.
Five minutes pass by, and this guy comes to the bar and asks to see the boss; my brother works as a chef every day, and this guy clearly knows him but not me.
Guy: “[Brother]! Your server says he doesn’t want to serve me! What is this?!”
Brother: “Yeah, that server is my brother, and you were in the wrong, acting like a jacka**.”
The guy’s mouth drops open wide.
Guy: “This is your brother, [Brother]? I’m so sorry. I didn’t know!” *To me* “Accept my apologies. I didn’t know you were his brother!”
Me: “Whatever. Just know you were in the wrong, no matter whether I was the owner’s brother or not.”
He stayed, and I had to serve him anyway. He was all apologetic for the rest of the night and left a decent tip.
I was fuming for the rest of the night because of that. Why does he think that it’s okay to be rude to the servers as long as they aren’t related to the owner? What the heck?