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We Had Reservations About This… And Then It Got Worse

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: Comfortable-Tone4739 | November 5, 2022

I’m a woman in my early twenties, and I work as a bartender in a restaurant. It’s not a formal restaurant. We’re very casual, although we still get some “bougie” guests on occasion.

We work until 12:00. Last Saturday, a group came in at around 11:00 pm. They had made a reservation for eleven adults and one child for a small wedding dinner. They came in about an hour late without having called in advance to tell us.

As the evening went on and the alcohol kept going, they became more and more obnoxious. After their dinner, the mother of the bride took the child — who was around two or three — around the restaurant playing the “Oh, wow, look at that!” game. Things started going downhill when she walked up to our open kitchen and pointed at the kamado grill standing in the kitchen.

Bride’s Mother: “Oooh, look at that beehive!”

The kid squealed in excitement and started reaching for it.

Meanwhile, I was standing there minding my business, shining glasses and such, when the lady casually started walking toward the swinging door leading to the kitchen. I ran up to her and explained how she OBVIOUSLY wasn’t allowed to walk in the kitchen, how it was a health and safety violation, and so on.

Bride’s Mother: “Oh, it’s no biggie. We just wanna look at the beehive and we’ll be right out.”

What? 

Me: “Ma’am, you are not going in there. And it’s not a beehive; it’s a hot grill!”

The kid started getting upset, and the woman started getting snappy at me.

Bride’s Mother: “It’s not a big deal! Just let us in to check it out. [Kid] is interested to see it!”

I stood between her and the door, not letting her in, and this woman tried squeezing in from the side. I gently pushed her back by her shoulders. She snapped.

Bride’s Mother: *Yelling* “You assaulted me! You have no right to touch me. We are paying thousands of euros to eat here, and we should be allowed to at least walk around the place!”

Me: “You’re welcome to walk around the seating area but absolutely not around the kitchen or any other staff-only areas.”

Her new son-in-law came over and got her to go back to their table.

I was still standing there flabbergasted. How can a woman of her age not understand the concept of not being allowed to walk in a restaurant kitchen like it’s her own, with a child nonetheless?

Helicopter Honeymoon

, , , , , , | Related | September 18, 2022

My mom is not a helicopter mother over my daily activities. She’s only like that about “unsupervised” holidays. I am never allowed to go on a holiday only with my friends, let alone with a boyfriend. However, I can invite them to come along on my family’s holiday.

She often recounts her younger times when she went on holidays with just her sisters and their friends. Then, she would smoke and drink alcohol. Her sister would be making out with boys. She’s so paranoid that I would do the same.

I’ve accepted the fact, and I just choose to think that she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me. I can still hang out with my friends without her and even go on dates on weekends (in the daytime) anyway. However, it went even further on one occasion.

Me: “Everything seems to be in order. I just need to confirm the headcount for the wedding caterer. Oh, I also booked the flights to [Small Island]. We’ll leave the day after the wedding. [Fiancé] is very excited to go diving again.”

Mom: “Did you also book tickets for me?”

Me: “Huh?”

Mom: “I’m going on the holiday too, right?”

My brain went blank out of shock.

Sister: “MOM! She’s going on a honeymoon! Why would you tag along?! Do you want to listen to them have sex or something?”

Mom: “What?! Nooo! [Mom’s Friend] went with her son and daughter-in-law on their honeymoon.”

Sister: “Well, she’s horrible! Don’t be like her! Let [My Name] be!”

Me: “Yes, please. Just… No.”

Mom: “Fiiiine. The island is too remote, anyway.”

Me: “…”

Now I live six timezones away from her.

The Biggest Baby Here Isn’t The Toddler, Part 2

, , , , , | Right | August 18, 2022

I am working for a now-defunct toy superstore. A woman comes in carrying her child. She is best described as overly-chatty.

Mother: “I need a loud toy for my baby! He’s almost one. The louder and more obnoxious the better!”

Me: “Oh! Well, I—”

Mother: “It’s for a wedding, you see.”

Me: “A wedding, well—”

Mother: “The couple has the gall — the gall! — to say that no children are allowed at the wedding! Can you believe that?!

Me: “Well, I guess that—”

Mother: “So, I’m gonna teach those people a lesson! Not only am I bringing my baby, but he’s going to make so much noise they will regret discriminating against me as a mother!”

Me: “I’m not sure that—”

Mother: “It’s hard enough being a mother these days! And now this! It’s violating my rights!”

And with that, she stormed off to find something noisy and wedding-ruiny.

I heard she spoke to a coworker demanding to know why they don’t make mini drum kits for one-year-olds.

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The Fact That He Put Up With Her For The First Six Years Is A Miracle

, , , , , , | Romantic | August 16, 2022

My brother-in-law got engaged to a girl after dating her for six years. The entire relationship, she had been not-so-subtly hinting at getting married and renovating the house he owned. She was there five nights a week and had a lot of say in who was allowed over and who wasn’t, but she adamantly denied living there because it wasn’t Christ-like to cohabitate before marriage.

When they finally got engaged, [Girl] immediately went out and booked a high-end venue, purchased an expensive dress, and started renovating [Brother-In-Law]’s house. She purchased all new furniture and dishes, had the deck completely rebuilt, and repainted the walls so they were all white instead of the pale blue and green they had been. All of this was either done with my brother-in-law’s savings account or his credit cards. She didn’t pay a penny because she didn’t have a job; she spent her days going to a community college and volunteering at a local drug and alcohol rehabilitation center.

About two months before the wedding, [Girl] started staying late at the center. Then, she would go in early. Then, she wouldn’t come back for days at a time. Her phone was always turned off, or she claimed it had died.

Then, a month before the wedding, after being unavailable for four days in a row, [Girl] showed up while my husband and I were over. She pulled [Brother-In-Law] aside and said that God told her they shouldn’t be together.

Brother-In-Law: “Get out of my house. Immediately.”

She gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Girl: “Please don’t! Sleep on the couch, and I’ll take the bedroom until I find a place! Please!”

Brother-In-Law: “I’d like to remind you that you’ve always said you don’t live here. You have no choice but to leave or I’ll call the police and press charges for trespassing.”

[Girl] left that night and moved in with someone she met at the rehab. Two weeks later — two weeks before she was supposed to marry [Brother-In-Law] — she was engaged to this new guy and planning on getting married the same day she was going to marry [Brother-In-Law].

[Brother-In-Law] called the venue she had booked and asked if he could get any of his money back at all. The person who answered seemed very confused.

Coordinator: “The wedding is still on, correct? I just saw [Girl] two days ago, and everything was great.”

Once the coordinator was up to speed with everything, he refunded [Brother-In-Law] most of his deposit and canceled the reservation; after all, it was still in his name. [Brother-In-Law] then called the company that was holding her wedding dress and repeated the same thing. He called the caterer, the DJ, and everyone who had been hired for their wedding. They all said the same thing; they had just spoken with [Girl] and she had never hinted that anything was different. All total, [Brother-In-Law] got back about $75,000.

The day of the wedding came and [Brother-In-Law]’s phone would not stop. [Girl] called, she texted, and she tried reaching him through every single social media he had. Then, she tried to publicly shame him, tagging him in post after post. Her life was ruined because of him! How dare he cancel her dream wedding with the love of her life?! What a monster!

[Girl] married her new fiancé at the courthouse the following week. She seemed much less enthused about this little wedding but went through with it. None of us were invited, of course, but we have mutual friends who kept us updated.

They were together for less than six months before they quietly divorced and [Girl] moved in with someone else. [Brother-In-Law] now has a beautifully renovated house on the market, worth twice as much as he bought it for.

Still Wary About Who Won’t Be Civil

, , , , , | Right | June 15, 2022

As I’m starting to set up stock lists, I notice two men browsing the area I’m stocking, which is a quiet nook that holds the baking supplies. They seem to be having trouble but don’t have anything that indicates they might be working on a new recipe, which normally means they’re browsing for ideas. As a stockist, I take pride in knowing a lot of the more unusual items, so I always like to offer help.

Me: “Hey there. Were you finding everything you needed today?”

Customer #1: “Oh, kind of? We’re looking for ideas…”

Me: “For anything special? We have a few bits and pieces of other stock in some of our other areas. I can also just leave you be to browse, too.”

They exchange a small look.

Customer #1: “For an engagement party.”

At this point, I realise why they might be so shy about it. “Civil unions” (legally recognised same-sex partnerships) have only recently been legalised in New Zealand.

Me: “Oh, how lovely! Who for? If there’s a theme, or anything?”

Customer #2: “It’s… ours.”

Me: *Beaming* “Congratulations! That means you’d know better than anyone what theme you’d like!”

Customer #1: *Starting to grin* “Very true.”

I spent the next five or ten minutes chatting with them about different thoughts and good ways to get good results on a small budget, including a few tips from my sister’s recent marriage — like buying cheap-as-chips lacy curtain fabric and cutting it into fancy-looking tablecloths.

I was overjoyed to encourage them into thinking about what made THEM happy and what THEY wanted in the party, not what anyone else demanded of them. I think they spent a good hour looking through that tiny room after I left them and then going to check the other departments mentioned to see the other decorations.

They started out nervous, obviously not knowing how a stranger would react, but they left full of the same joy I would hope to impart to any potential couple.