I feel really fortunate to have started blogging when I did..
because I got to start out with people like Jenni..
even though technically Jenni was a bit more advanced in blogland..
She was one of the first few people I connected with,
looked up to,
and was lucky enough to snag as a friend.
And let me tell you she is a good and loyal friend to have.
Hello friends of Megan, and therefore friends of mine! Pleasure to be here with you today! I would like to tell you guys a little about my very first experience with a 100% bonafide a-hole. One of those people you hear about but rarely meet--and hope you never will.
Well, I'm here to tell you that if you wait tables, it is only a matter of time before you run into one such jerk-off, and during my waiting tables stint (that happened to last over 7 years), I ran into many legit jerkasaurous rexes, but the one I'm going to tell you about today stands out the most in my memory.
It was the middle of a busy lunch-hour rush at the tiny diner where I worked, and a single guy about 35 sat down at one of my tables. At a nearby booth sat a kind older couple who frequented the diner and whom I was good friends with, and as I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off on that busy lunch-hour, I occasionally stopped to chat for a moment with them. They would ask me questions about school and things like that.
I didn't pay any special attention to the single guy alone at the table, but I wasn't giving him bad service either. BUT. Apparently what he required was special attention, because towards the end of his lunch when I came to drop off his check, he said to me in anger, "You know, here I am, a good looking guy" (which he was not), "and you're paying more attention to these old people than me!" (pointing at them, two feet away where they could hear him.)
I was taken aback and just mumbled something like, "Oh... well, I don't give anyone special treatment based on appearances..."
And then as I laid down his check and prepared to bolt away, he said, "You didn't ask me if I want dessert."
"Do you want dessert?" I asked, becoming extremely annoyed.
"Yes. I want french silk pie."
So I turned around and went to get his pie, and then placed it down on the table in front of him with a little more fervor than strictly necessary, then prepared to walk away again.
"Are you going to ask me if I want a to-go cup for my tea?" asked my little friend.
Now feeling rather murderous, I turned away without a word and then brought back his cup, trying my best not to throw it at him. Again, I tried to walk away.
"Pour my tea in the cup."
"Are you joking?"
I poured his tea in the cup and slammed the glass back on the table and walked away.
He left me a nickel.
And then the next time he came into the restaurant, several weeks later, I begged to wait on him, even though it wasn't my table. The other server gladly allowed me to take him, and during the entire duration of his stay, I practically harassed him with sickly sweetness.
"How are you doing over here?"
"Still doing OK?"
"Can I replace that sip of tea you just took?"
"Your meal shouldn't be much longer."
"Still doing OK?"
"Here's you're lunch! ANYTHING else I can get you?"
"Is that meat cooked to your liking?"
"How is everything?"
"Everything still OK?"
"Are you SURE you're loving it?"
"Save room for dessert!"
"Would you like dessert?"
"How is your pie?"
"Pie still OK?"
"Here's a nice big to-go tea for you!"
"Have a really amazing day!"
And that time I got two bucks. So the moral of the story is that some people just need a little extra attention. The end. :P
PS - Come visit me if we're not already BFFs!!!