The other night started off so pleasantly. A Miami couple came in, I served them, did a great job, and when they paid the bill, which was $24.12, they put EXACTLY $24.12 in the check presenter, and added in coins an extra $0.53. That's right. Fifty three cents. Enough for maybe an eighth of a bottle of Corona. Not even enough for a SNIFF of my favorite rum, let alone a sip. For those of you mathematically challenged, that comes to fractionally over a 2% tip.
I mentioned these wunderkinds were from Miami. Frankly, I don't know if they WERE, but they sure seemed it. Allow me to explain. Down here in the Keys, for obvious geographic reasons, we get a lot of people from the Miami area. Generally, we hate them. They are our Nunavut. There is a running joke about Florida that "the north is The South and the south is New York." This is because many Miamians are either transplanted New Yorkers, or children thereof. The major difference is this: New Yorkers can be obnoxious and rude and demanding, but they generally tip well. Miamians only have one of those traits. Take a wild guess which one?
Now, this is not meant to be offensive to anyone here who IS from Miami. I have met many wonderful people from Miami, but GENERALLY SPEAKING, the Miami folk we deal with in Key West suck big time. This is not merely my opinion, but a widely held one throughout the service industry down here.
On a lighter note.....the following story is not about an SC at all. This guy was actually pleasant and polite throughout this whole thing, but he was, as you shall see, a bit of a dumbbutt. ("Dumbbutt" is a word RW uses a lot to let someone know they are being kind of stupid, but it is not mean in a malicious way. She uses it on me. A lot. And it seems to apply to this guy as well.)
So DB asks me some questions about mojitos. Working in a rum-heavy bar and being a rum drinker myself, I have no problem answering said questions. And then....
DB: "Okay, I'll have a mojito."
JESTER: "No problem. May I see your ID please?" He looked young, 18-22ish.)
DB:
"I don't have my ID with me."
JESTER: "I'm sorry, but without your ID I won't be able to serve you any alcoholic drinks."
DB: "Okay, that's cool. Do you have Pepsi products?"
JESTER: "Actually, we have Coke products."
DB: "Do you have Dr. Pepper?"
JESTER: "Nope. It just isn't your day, is it?"
At this we both laugh. And this all would have been amusing enough, but as they say on late night tv, but wait! There's more! After I serve him and his companions (one of whom I think was his mom) their drinks, we go to round 2.
DB: "Do you give military discounts?"
JESTER: "No, but we give local discounts."
DB: "Well, I'm stationed here."
JESTER: "Do you have your military ID with you?" *
DB: "Yep. Here it is."
And he hands me his military ID. I'll let that soak in for just a moment.
JESTER: "Thank you. I'll make sure to have my manager discount your bill for you. And now I know why you didn't have your ID for your drink."
DB: "What do you mean?"
JESTER: "Well it says here you were born in August of 1988. Making you 19. But I must commend you on your effort!"
At he kind of chuckled sheepishly, and his mom had to do everything she could to contain her laughter.
A coworker of mine said he was a bit of a jerk for trying to get served underage, until I reminded her that when WE were underaged, we did the exact same thing. And frankly, if someone serves him (or had served us) without proper ID, that is their problem and their fault. He is not out to get anyone in trouble, nor were we, he is merely trying to beat a somewhat retarded system and get himself a drink. As I said, I commend him for his effort.
*For a local discount, we have to see at least one local ID from the group. The only exception to this is if they're military, say they're stationed here, and only have a military ID, as many people stationed here never bother getting a local ID, for obvious reasons.
I mentioned these wunderkinds were from Miami. Frankly, I don't know if they WERE, but they sure seemed it. Allow me to explain. Down here in the Keys, for obvious geographic reasons, we get a lot of people from the Miami area. Generally, we hate them. They are our Nunavut. There is a running joke about Florida that "the north is The South and the south is New York." This is because many Miamians are either transplanted New Yorkers, or children thereof. The major difference is this: New Yorkers can be obnoxious and rude and demanding, but they generally tip well. Miamians only have one of those traits. Take a wild guess which one?
Now, this is not meant to be offensive to anyone here who IS from Miami. I have met many wonderful people from Miami, but GENERALLY SPEAKING, the Miami folk we deal with in Key West suck big time. This is not merely my opinion, but a widely held one throughout the service industry down here.
On a lighter note.....the following story is not about an SC at all. This guy was actually pleasant and polite throughout this whole thing, but he was, as you shall see, a bit of a dumbbutt. ("Dumbbutt" is a word RW uses a lot to let someone know they are being kind of stupid, but it is not mean in a malicious way. She uses it on me. A lot. And it seems to apply to this guy as well.)
So DB asks me some questions about mojitos. Working in a rum-heavy bar and being a rum drinker myself, I have no problem answering said questions. And then....
DB: "Okay, I'll have a mojito."
JESTER: "No problem. May I see your ID please?" He looked young, 18-22ish.)
DB:

JESTER: "I'm sorry, but without your ID I won't be able to serve you any alcoholic drinks."
DB: "Okay, that's cool. Do you have Pepsi products?"
JESTER: "Actually, we have Coke products."
DB: "Do you have Dr. Pepper?"
JESTER: "Nope. It just isn't your day, is it?"
At this we both laugh. And this all would have been amusing enough, but as they say on late night tv, but wait! There's more! After I serve him and his companions (one of whom I think was his mom) their drinks, we go to round 2.
DB: "Do you give military discounts?"
JESTER: "No, but we give local discounts."
DB: "Well, I'm stationed here."
JESTER: "Do you have your military ID with you?" *
DB: "Yep. Here it is."
And he hands me his military ID. I'll let that soak in for just a moment.

JESTER: "Thank you. I'll make sure to have my manager discount your bill for you. And now I know why you didn't have your ID for your drink."
DB: "What do you mean?"
JESTER: "Well it says here you were born in August of 1988. Making you 19. But I must commend you on your effort!"
At he kind of chuckled sheepishly, and his mom had to do everything she could to contain her laughter.
A coworker of mine said he was a bit of a jerk for trying to get served underage, until I reminded her that when WE were underaged, we did the exact same thing. And frankly, if someone serves him (or had served us) without proper ID, that is their problem and their fault. He is not out to get anyone in trouble, nor were we, he is merely trying to beat a somewhat retarded system and get himself a drink. As I said, I commend him for his effort.

*For a local discount, we have to see at least one local ID from the group. The only exception to this is if they're military, say they're stationed here, and only have a military ID, as many people stationed here never bother getting a local ID, for obvious reasons.
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