ADVENTURES IN WAITRESSING
Getting back in the grooveWork went okay last night. I didn't see too many dead animals. LOL The thing I hate about waiting tables are the bad people. Most people are pretty understanding when you are just coming back after being off for months and you have a hard time walking. There is always that ONE table that can just throw your entire night off.
I took the table, because the other waitress, Mel, had a table of four and was expecting a total of 12 people. The people she was expecting were all golfers, on a package deal and had finished the day golfing at Woodridge Plantation, which is located right across the road from Brandon's Grill, where I used to work part-time as my second job. I digress to say, that my Dad bought a charter lifetime membership, as it was located close to my Mom and Dad's old home in Mineral Wells. Of course, he bought it a couple of years before building my house and used it quite frequently until he started building my home. Then, when we were almost finished with my new house is when he was diagnosed with lung and liver cancer. Mom sold the membership, but I still have an attachment to the place, knowing one of the co-owners quite well.
So, my first table of the day, consisted of a couple with their young son. He looked five years old or so and they looked like a nice enough couple. They ordered a couple of schooners of draft beer and got a drink for their son. So, I gave them a few minutes to decide what they wanted and came back and took their order. First, she wanted to order a dozen hot wings. I had already told her that it came in orders of ten. So, she ordered a dozen hot and a dozen mild and a basket of fries. To make a long story short, they ended up ordering an additional two appetizers, add-ons, which if you have ever worked in the restaurant business is a pain in the ass. You have to write separate tickets for the kitchen and then add it on to the bill separately. I had a table of 6 come in, so I was getting their order and all the things from the walk-in that the guys in the kitchen needed, in addition to their drinks. This lady from the first table proceeds to order ANOTHER add-on. In the meantime, I had a group of golfers come in and they had four separate orders, which is also a pain in the ass, but not as bad as the first table. In between, AFTER I HAD ASKED HER IF SHE WANTED honey mustard or ranch or whatever, she wanted honey mustard in addition to two things of marinara (ordered at two separate times), which is poured out separately, we didn't have any pre-prepared and the husband got two more beers. Well, we have a dining room and bar FULL of people and we are all running our asses off and so, they are ready to check out. Well, I took his debit card and ran it through, brought it back and there was like 3 or 4 dollars laying on the table. When I came back, it was gone, didn't really pay much attention and asked him to total and sign the slip for me, I figured they would leave it on the debit card. Well, the fucking pricks left NOTHING on the credit card and four fucking pennies on the table. If I had seen the four pennies, I would have taken them out to the people and said "Here, you forgot this money on the table." That would be my calm response. The response that probably would have happened, had I seen it before they left, would have been that I would have chased them outside and threw the fucking pennies at them, shouting obscenities. Well, they had a child with them, so, maybe no obscenities. But I would have thrown the pennies at them.
All in all, the rest of the evening went pretty smooth. Mrs. Wilson, who was the kindergarten aide for me AND Joey when we were in Kindergarten, along with her husband came in and although she is kinda, um, hard to deal with sometimes, we had a good conversation, as by this time, things had died done some.
They asked me about what had happened with Chad Cooper, whose older sister was my age and in the same Kindergarten class. Chad, who was 32, shot himself in his Mom and Dad's home, earlier this year. He suffered from a lot of anxiety and depression and I know that he left a note, but I don't know what it said and probably never will. His Dad was a regular at the restaurant, stopping by every evening a drinking a couple of beers, he was my buddy, I have known him my whole life and he just liked teasing and picking on me. On occasion, Chuck (the dad), Carol (the mom) and Chad would come in have dinner, with me always waiting on them. The Coopers also ran the farmer's market in town and before that, had a roadside stand set up in Mineral Wells, which Mom and I frequented. We discussed the fact that although he attended Mt. Pleasant Methodist Church while the obituary indicated that he was a member of St. Mary Margaret's Catholic Church in town and that a priest presided over the burial. Remember that he killed himself. If anyone knows how a priest would preside at the funeral of a suicide please explain this to me. I don't know much about religion at all, let alone the Catholic Faith.
In other news, the Indonesians must have pissed their Gods off pretty good. Between the tsunami, bird flu, more earthquakes and Mt. Merapi about ready to erupt, they are worse off than just about any place in the world right now. (Nature-wise, anyway) The people left homeless and without any other shelter, are living in chicken coops, possibly exposing them to the bird flu.
posted by Unknown @ 6/03/2006 01:03:00 PM
5 Comments:
Hey! Sorry to hear those people were such pricks to you. If I run the wait staff that bad, I always over tip them.
Priests can preside over a suicide but certain aspects are just left out of the service (normally cannot have a mass). I'm sure the parents are continuing to pray for their son, as is the priest (people that commit suicide are doomed to pergatory).
Normally it begins (in cases of suicide, or questionable reputations), normally with saying the rosery.
BTW, I saw a dead raccoon today and thought of you. Does that sound wierd?
Oops I made a mistake, they go to hell not pergatory, but the catholics also believe that if pray hard enough they will be allowed out of hell.
Is there a difference between a critter and a varmet?
I guess my work here is done in letting the world know of Catholic views on suicide before I even got to it.
As for your waiting ordeal, some people suck - watch Waiting and trash their food if they ever come in again...
RW-- a critter is just a creature (usually an animal), but a varmint is a pesky creature or person (msn encarta dictionary)
Dan-- yes, some people suck, i should have mentioned that a young couple came in afterwards and they drank a total of 4 beers and left a $5 tip. No work, lots of $$
I'm sure Ranter can sleep now that she knows the answer. LMAO.
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