The Mother Of All Red Flags

Thursday night, it wasn’t going to be that busy. My spot over-staffs the place to death, and I had a s*** section. So, I had the mindset that I was going to make more money than anyone that night. A game.

Last call for happy hour, every drink was an up-sell, I took every table offered to me, regardless of the distance from my section. I was remembering names. My tips that night were 40-50% from a lot of these guests.

My last table was two dudes playing pool. When one started to flirt (in an atrocious way), while I didn’t flirt back, I thought, “This could be my best tip yet.”

He kept asking for my number. This man could have been my father. I told him gently:

Me: “I don’t give my number out at work.”

After he continued, I handed him a pen and said:

Me: “You can give me yours.”

This way, he doesn’t feel rejected, and I could just throw it in the trash. I slip it in my apron and carry on with my closing duties.

Prince Charming offers to pay for his friend as well, and thinking he’s trying to flex, I leave him with the handheld POS to input the gratuity.

He reminds me to call him, and they leave.

17%. My lowest tip at that restaurant as a whole.

The other servers and I were laughing at how much of a loser he is, and I joked about texting him, “Was there something wrong with your service today?” They thought it would be so funny, and so I did, immediately realizing my mistake as now he knew my number.

Sure enough, the FaceTime calls start rolling in. He wants me to come get cash from him as a proper tip. Of course, I would never do this. He claims he’s fallen in love, love at first sight. He’s head over heels.

Oh boy. I tell him I’m not interested, and to have a nice life, and I block.

Well, the next day, I got a phone call. It’s his mother.

She thought I would be at work. Her son had brought her there to meet me. His MOTHER. Said I was the one. But I needed mom’s approval first.

This is a new one for me, guys.