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This Shouldn’t Be A Workplace Hazard

, , , , | Right | May 18, 2022

I see a sign inside a Tokyo restaurant:

Sign: “Do not touch our waitresses, ask for their contact information, or wait for them outside. This restaurant will not be responsible for any injuries happening to anyone who ignores this warning.”

Duly noted, yikes!

Drag Them Into The Modern Era Kicking And Screaming

, , , | Right | CREDIT: D**kSoAverage2001 | May 17, 2022

I’m serving in a restaurant while I’m in college. I always feel it’s rude to only give the man the check. It’s outdated, it’s sexist, and, a lot of times, I’ve seen the wife or girlfriend pay for the meal.

This older family comes in — kids in their late twenties and parents most likely in their sixties or seventies. They look a bit more like country folk, most of them wearing flannel. They are pretty quiet throughout their meal. They eat their meal, and I go get them their check.

When I deliver it, I put it directly in the middle of the table.

Me: “Here’s the check!”

The dad grabs it aggressively and makes an angry exhale noise.

Dad: “Do I look like a man that can’t feed his family?”

Me: “No, but you never know who has the wallet.”

Dad: “If I feed the family, why wouldn’t I have the wallet?”

This angers me because both my parents worked while I was growing up. They both were successful and didn’t need to rely on each other to get by.

Me: “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and opened the check. His wife was acting totally on his side, also giving me angry body language.

Employees Do Their Jobs Best When You Don’t Let Them Die

, , , | Healthy Working | May 13, 2022

I work with a manager who has alienated everyone we work with because of a medical emergency I had. We got so slammed one morning that we were still trying to catch up at noon when my relief manager came in. My friend was working on breakfast dishes. I was trying to clean the egg grill when I got dizzy all of a sudden and passed out.

From what I was told, [Friend] saw me and ran right over, got on the ground, and held me up so he could check my pulse and make sure that I was breathing and that I wasn’t bleeding from the head. Someone alerted my manager, who had my cashier call 911 while he walked around aimlessly.

[Friend] started giving the cashier my medical history.

Manager: “[Cashier], get off the phone and get back to work!”

My friend took the phone from her so she could do that, and he took over giving dispatch information while still holding on to me. Thirty seconds later:

Manager: “[Friend], leave her and get back to work.”

Friend: “No way! I’m not leaving her until the paramedics get here”

Finally, I woke up and tried to sit up by myself, but [Friend] had one hand on my back in case I fell.

The paramedics came in and checked me over. They told [Friend] it was a good thing he had stayed with me; my heart rate was so high that I could have gone into cardiac arrest.

Manager: “Good thing I told you to stay with her, [Friend]!”

Everyone denied this. Later, [Friend] told our General Manager everything that happened.

Sadly, the idiot still has a job.

How About Staying Home And Brewing Your Own?

, , | Right | CREDIT: taylortherod | May 12, 2022

I used to work at a restaurant that had table service and a drive-thru. On the third shift, I would do both, but I got most of my business in the drive-thru. At about 5:00 am every weekday, this middle-aged guy would come through, order two large black coffees, and then quickly drive up to the window before I could even respond. I don’t know why that always bothered me so much. It just felt kind of rude.

One day, he did what I described, but this time he had someone in front of him. The car in front of him ordered a large breakfast meal. The cook wasn’t quite finished prepping for breakfast yet because it had just started, so it was taking some time. Coffee guy got to the window.

Coffee Guy: “It’s called fast food, not slow food, right?”

This pissed me off so much. I quickly handed him his coffees while mean-mugging him. Every day he came after that, I purposefully took my sweet time getting his coffees.

He Barely Has Any Peach Fuzz

, , , , , , , | Right | May 9, 2022

I’m a server working on a busy Friday night when I get a family of three: a dad, a mom, and a guy who we can plainly see is in the military. He looks young and is very flirtatious.

Me: “Hello and welcome! I’ll be taking care of you.”

Son: “Thank God we got a hot one.”

Me: “Ha. Okay. What can I get you to drink?”

Mom & Dad: “Water, please.”

Son: “I’ll take a peach margarita.”

Me: “What kind of tequila?”

Son: *Starts to smile* “Which do you prefer?”

Me: “Don Julio is top shelf here.”

Son: “Great. I’ll take that.”

Me: “Okay. Can I see your ID, please?”

Son: “I’m not sure if I have it. I just got home from the military and I’m looking for a good drink and good company.” *Winks*

Me: “Okay, but I can’t serve you unless you have ID.”

Son: “All I have is my military ID on me. I don’t know if it has my birthdate on it, though.”

As a bartender as well, I know it does.

Me: “That’s fine. I’ll just look at it quickly.”

The son smiles really big and winks again.

Son: “Okay… here you go.”

I take the ID and flip it over to see his birthdate.

Me: “Wait… you aren’t twenty-one. You just turned nineteen.”

The son loses his smile and takes back his ID.

Dad: “I’ll take the peach margarita.”

Me: “Sorry, but I can’t serve a drink he ordered to you.”

Dad: “But he’s in the military, for Christ’s sake!”

In my head, I’m thinking he just got out of boot camp. At this point, I’m pretty pissed at all the time they’ve wasted. I’ve been sat again, and I know I’m not going to get a tip from this family.

Me: “Sir… I don’t care if he’s in the Avengers. He isn’t twenty-one and looks it. I’ll get fired on the spot.”

Dad: “Can we request another server?”

Me: “If you don’t like this table, you can go back to the host and put your name down for another table and server. The wait is forty-five minutes. I’ll be right back with your waters if you decide to stay.”

I then turned around and greeted my next table. They did stay but complained about everything, so the manager went by. They tried ordering the drink with him, and since I had already explained everything to him, he carded the kid and said, “I’ll bring you a virgin peach margarita on me.”

No tip on $40.00.