There's a restaurant here, that has wonderful food, called Olga's. Not sure who has the restaurant..
Anyway, to make ICED tea, you have to first heat up water, and pour it over ice, yes? While my friends and I were enjoying our lunch, the waitress brought this lady and her hubby tea. Then the lady argued that the tea wasn't cold and they had to take it away, it wasn't ICED.
The poor waitress went and got another cup of tea and the lady still threw a fit that it wasn't cold enough either. So she told the waitress to "Bring me a glass of ice water, least you can't screw that up."
By this time, the poor waitress (Who we talked to and said she was supposed to be at her sister's wedding, so her day was ruined anyway) looked like she was going to cry.
When she walked away, the lady started bitching again. This time, not about tea or food, but where she was staying. "First the hotels juice turns off at ten, then the fat front desk clerks says there's no more breakfast and that manager was a bitch.." me to B, my friend and co-worker. "Hell, that's our hotel."
Breakfast at the other two chain hotels ends at 9. I knew it was us.
We finished our meal after granny dearest had gotten her food, and thankfully for a few minutes, was silent. I left the waitress 10 dollars as a tip, for dealing with the granny and just seeming to have a bad day all around. I wanted to make her feel a little better. B left 5 bucks, A left 5 bucks.
We were leaving, and my two friends were ahead of me (I'd walked away without my food. Duh..) and the granny saw we'd tipped her. "She doesn't deserve a tip."
Me: "For putting up with you. She does. Consider your waitress feelings before you shoot off your mouth and act like a five year old. She's missing her sister's wedding and already having a bad day, and you acting like a child didn't help."
She comments then I look like the manager at the hotel, and I sighed. I KNOW not to turn around, but I did (Cause really, the worst she can do is throw food at me, and I'd have laughed.)
"Oh, and the hotel, has policies like this restaurant. I look like the manager because that's my mother. You're staying at my hotel. And for MY sake, I hope to gods you're gone before I get there saturday." When I said gods, I pulled out my necklaces from under my shirt, smiled and walked off.
The manager and waitress gave me and my friends discounts on our meals for standing up for the waitress and being nice to her.
Anyway, to make ICED tea, you have to first heat up water, and pour it over ice, yes? While my friends and I were enjoying our lunch, the waitress brought this lady and her hubby tea. Then the lady argued that the tea wasn't cold and they had to take it away, it wasn't ICED.
The poor waitress went and got another cup of tea and the lady still threw a fit that it wasn't cold enough either. So she told the waitress to "Bring me a glass of ice water, least you can't screw that up."
By this time, the poor waitress (Who we talked to and said she was supposed to be at her sister's wedding, so her day was ruined anyway) looked like she was going to cry.
When she walked away, the lady started bitching again. This time, not about tea or food, but where she was staying. "First the hotels juice turns off at ten, then the fat front desk clerks says there's no more breakfast and that manager was a bitch.." me to B, my friend and co-worker. "Hell, that's our hotel."
Breakfast at the other two chain hotels ends at 9. I knew it was us.
We finished our meal after granny dearest had gotten her food, and thankfully for a few minutes, was silent. I left the waitress 10 dollars as a tip, for dealing with the granny and just seeming to have a bad day all around. I wanted to make her feel a little better. B left 5 bucks, A left 5 bucks.
We were leaving, and my two friends were ahead of me (I'd walked away without my food. Duh..) and the granny saw we'd tipped her. "She doesn't deserve a tip."
Me: "For putting up with you. She does. Consider your waitress feelings before you shoot off your mouth and act like a five year old. She's missing her sister's wedding and already having a bad day, and you acting like a child didn't help."
She comments then I look like the manager at the hotel, and I sighed. I KNOW not to turn around, but I did (Cause really, the worst she can do is throw food at me, and I'd have laughed.)
"Oh, and the hotel, has policies like this restaurant. I look like the manager because that's my mother. You're staying at my hotel. And for MY sake, I hope to gods you're gone before I get there saturday." When I said gods, I pulled out my necklaces from under my shirt, smiled and walked off.
The manager and waitress gave me and my friends discounts on our meals for standing up for the waitress and being nice to her.
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