The bar was insanely busy last night. We knew we would have a fair few people in drinking, but we didn' t think we would have many eating. Our place isn't exactly...romantic.
Food was flying out. Me and a co-worker were struggling because there was so much going out and no time to clean and bring things back in, so the bar was a state. It literally looked like a giant had picked the building up, shook it like a snow globe and then put it back down again.
So, we get sucky overprotective dad!
SOD: Can you come over and clean my table please? My family want to sit down.
Me: Sure sir, I'll be over as soon as I can.
I was so busy it took me over five minutes to get there. I cleaned the mess off the table, gave it a wipe and thought it was over. Nope. He walks up to me while I am trying to balance four very hot meals in my arms.
SOD: You call THAT clean?? GET OVER THERE AND CLEAN IT AGAIN!
Me: I am VERY busy sir, I'll be over as soon as I can.
I went over and wiped it again. There was nothing wrong with it. In fact he was probably sat at the cleanest table in the place.
SOD: Its ridiculous that I've had to ask you twice! My children do not want to eat off a dirty table!
It took all my strength not to say "That's why we provide plates sir"
I went to walk away.
SOD: Wait! It's still not clean enough!
Me: I'm sorry, I don't have time for this.
I just carried on. Every time I walked out the kitchen he shouted "OI!" or "CLEAN MY TABLE!" or "GET OVER HERE!" I just ignored him. For some reason, he did not ask my co-worker to clean his table, or anyone else on the bar. He didn't ask to see the manager, which fuelled my belief that he was just being an arse to me for the sake of it.
8pm hits. Children are not allowed in the bar after that time, but if they're eating, we let them finish their meals. I just wanted rid of this guy.
Me: I'm sorry sir, but we are only licenced to have children on the premisis before 8pm. You are going to have to leave.
SOD: What??
Me: It's quite clearly posted on all our entrances and on the walls...
I walked away. I had to do some office shit, but watched on the CCTV as they put on their coats and walked out.
I couldn't believe him. He could quite clearly see that I was insanely busy. Every other customer could, I got tipped loads, each customer saying "Get yourself a strong drink for when you finish."
I did...several in fact.
Food was flying out. Me and a co-worker were struggling because there was so much going out and no time to clean and bring things back in, so the bar was a state. It literally looked like a giant had picked the building up, shook it like a snow globe and then put it back down again.
So, we get sucky overprotective dad!
SOD: Can you come over and clean my table please? My family want to sit down.
Me: Sure sir, I'll be over as soon as I can.
I was so busy it took me over five minutes to get there. I cleaned the mess off the table, gave it a wipe and thought it was over. Nope. He walks up to me while I am trying to balance four very hot meals in my arms.
SOD: You call THAT clean?? GET OVER THERE AND CLEAN IT AGAIN!
Me: I am VERY busy sir, I'll be over as soon as I can.
I went over and wiped it again. There was nothing wrong with it. In fact he was probably sat at the cleanest table in the place.
SOD: Its ridiculous that I've had to ask you twice! My children do not want to eat off a dirty table!
It took all my strength not to say "That's why we provide plates sir"
I went to walk away.
SOD: Wait! It's still not clean enough!
Me: I'm sorry, I don't have time for this.
I just carried on. Every time I walked out the kitchen he shouted "OI!" or "CLEAN MY TABLE!" or "GET OVER HERE!" I just ignored him. For some reason, he did not ask my co-worker to clean his table, or anyone else on the bar. He didn't ask to see the manager, which fuelled my belief that he was just being an arse to me for the sake of it.
8pm hits. Children are not allowed in the bar after that time, but if they're eating, we let them finish their meals. I just wanted rid of this guy.
Me: I'm sorry sir, but we are only licenced to have children on the premisis before 8pm. You are going to have to leave.
SOD: What??
Me: It's quite clearly posted on all our entrances and on the walls...
I walked away. I had to do some office shit, but watched on the CCTV as they put on their coats and walked out.
I couldn't believe him. He could quite clearly see that I was insanely busy. Every other customer could, I got tipped loads, each customer saying "Get yourself a strong drink for when you finish."
I did...several in fact.
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