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So, Thursday night there was a birthday party with little boy and their parents. Odd Dad was the purveyor of the shindig, along with Birthday Boy Screamer.
The little heathens shoved their hands ALL OVER the buffet, be it salad, pasta, or pizza or appetizers. We had to take everything off of the buffet and throw it away immediately, which would have been a necessity outside of the law. The other patrons curled their noses in disgust, and believe me, we did, too.
The three boys (-12) were playing LASER TAG around the whole resteraunt. Just screaming and making a mess and its awful. Typical rampant child behavior.
The Odd Dad? He started odd. Staring at every female that passed by (doing that undressing-with-eyes thing), regardless of age. I felt very bothered by these instances he just seemed to keep running into me with:
The Drink Machine:
I stand there getting my drink.. drink's poured, putting the lid on when I heard Odd Dad say,"WELL! Hello." And shove his drink right by me head, standing inches from me, smiling like a goof.
I sneered with grossness/surprise and walked back into the kitchen. Rude of me, but I have a maintained personal space.
The Pizza Bar:
OH! It just so happens every time I walk out there, he needs a slice or two of what I set down. Which occured more than I could count >_<
Walking to the bathroom?!:
What the.. I went to the warehouse to get some supplies. The door there, and the bathrooms are on opposite ends of a hallway from the resteraunt.
I come out, and BAM. There he is.
I see you >_> And rest assured my pocket knife will be on the ready when I head home.
On Saturday, I worked the morning from 11-3 or so. It was stupid.
I think little girls and little boys scream at very similar decibels, as there was a baseball team of the female heathens running around yelling.
At one point, they were given quarters for the machines. And a couple used them on the tiny bouncy balls. They were thrown around the resteraunt before landing behind the jukebox. A nice lay-down freezer-sized one.
Mom: Can you move that machine? My girls need their balls.
me: (resist the joke urge, and no way I'm telling her I can move it myself) I'm sorry, but we are unable to move it.
Mom: What are they supposed to DO?! Leave without their purchase??
Me: I really am sorry, we don't refund the machines. They can't be moved, and there's really nothing I could do.
Mom: WELL.............. (she pulls out a dollar) I need more quarters.
GAH.
After the rush, there were also a few random dine-in customers. One little amount were these two girls.
They sounded like they'd been smoking for eighty five years non-stop, and were tired looking. The giant black rings of eye-liner didn't help them much.
I was actually a little worried until...
Me: So what can I get for you?
Girl1: I want a pizza. You want cheese?
Girl2: Yeah. You want pepperoni and sausage?
Girl1: Yeah. Hey, we want that in medium, two drinks.
Me: Okay, its $blah.
Girl1 throws down a designer credit card. Hmm.
Me: Can I see your I.D.?
Girl1 hands me it, she is FOURTEEN?!?!? Damn. Not even her name on the card, so I wrote it down along with her ticket number.
Card went through fine, they were very polite, but.. who lets their fourteen year old and friend drive to a pizza place with their credit card? I know they drove, because they parked right outside the glass door. She could've been pulled over and the cop assumed she stole the car n card!
They'd better be glad the cops left earlier.. The boys in blue love their pizza
The little heathens shoved their hands ALL OVER the buffet, be it salad, pasta, or pizza or appetizers. We had to take everything off of the buffet and throw it away immediately, which would have been a necessity outside of the law. The other patrons curled their noses in disgust, and believe me, we did, too.
The three boys (-12) were playing LASER TAG around the whole resteraunt. Just screaming and making a mess and its awful. Typical rampant child behavior.
The Odd Dad? He started odd. Staring at every female that passed by (doing that undressing-with-eyes thing), regardless of age. I felt very bothered by these instances he just seemed to keep running into me with:
The Drink Machine:
I stand there getting my drink.. drink's poured, putting the lid on when I heard Odd Dad say,"WELL! Hello." And shove his drink right by me head, standing inches from me, smiling like a goof.
I sneered with grossness/surprise and walked back into the kitchen. Rude of me, but I have a maintained personal space.
The Pizza Bar:
OH! It just so happens every time I walk out there, he needs a slice or two of what I set down. Which occured more than I could count >_<
Walking to the bathroom?!:
What the.. I went to the warehouse to get some supplies. The door there, and the bathrooms are on opposite ends of a hallway from the resteraunt.
I come out, and BAM. There he is.
I see you >_> And rest assured my pocket knife will be on the ready when I head home.
On Saturday, I worked the morning from 11-3 or so. It was stupid.
I think little girls and little boys scream at very similar decibels, as there was a baseball team of the female heathens running around yelling.
At one point, they were given quarters for the machines. And a couple used them on the tiny bouncy balls. They were thrown around the resteraunt before landing behind the jukebox. A nice lay-down freezer-sized one.
Mom: Can you move that machine? My girls need their balls.
me: (resist the joke urge, and no way I'm telling her I can move it myself) I'm sorry, but we are unable to move it.
Mom: What are they supposed to DO?! Leave without their purchase??
Me: I really am sorry, we don't refund the machines. They can't be moved, and there's really nothing I could do.
Mom: WELL.............. (she pulls out a dollar) I need more quarters.
GAH.
After the rush, there were also a few random dine-in customers. One little amount were these two girls.
They sounded like they'd been smoking for eighty five years non-stop, and were tired looking. The giant black rings of eye-liner didn't help them much.
I was actually a little worried until...
Me: So what can I get for you?
Girl1: I want a pizza. You want cheese?
Girl2: Yeah. You want pepperoni and sausage?
Girl1: Yeah. Hey, we want that in medium, two drinks.
Me: Okay, its $blah.
Girl1 throws down a designer credit card. Hmm.
Me: Can I see your I.D.?
Girl1 hands me it, she is FOURTEEN?!?!? Damn. Not even her name on the card, so I wrote it down along with her ticket number.
Card went through fine, they were very polite, but.. who lets their fourteen year old and friend drive to a pizza place with their credit card? I know they drove, because they parked right outside the glass door. She could've been pulled over and the cop assumed she stole the car n card!
They'd better be glad the cops left earlier.. The boys in blue love their pizza
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