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Here are some random occurrences that actually did happen the last few days at The Bar:
Not a math major
CUSTOMER: "I'd like the order of 13 wings, please."
COWORKER: "Okay."
CUSTOMER: "How many wings is in that?"
COWORKER:
(realizing he's serious) "Twenty four."
REST OF TABLE:
CUSTOMER:
They'll do what they want!
Last night we had a couple of large parties upstairs. My coworker and I were taking care of one of them together, and for said party, we had six individual tables reserved.
At one point, while said party was milling around and occupying four of the aforementioned six tables, a group of four came in and sat at one of the other two. My coworker politely told them that said table was reserved for the large group.
They wouldn't move. "Can't we just sit here?" And not said all that politely. They would not move, they would not budge. I'm sorry, what part of "reserved" don't these people get?
To add insult to injury, although they were otherwise polite throughout their stay at the reserved table, when they finally left, after getting some free booze on top of everything else due to a promotion we have, they tipped my coworker a meager $4 on their $64 bill.
It's all about them.
We have a late night menu that we go to later in the evening, as the kitchen starts shutting down. It's a limited offering of our larger menu. Many places do similar things.
A group of four (I think) comes in the other night after we had gone to the late night menu, and start talking to my Rockin' Manager at the hostess stand. She politely informed the women of the fact that we were only offering the late night menu at that time. The women seemed unthrilled, but no big deal. Then one of the husbands got very nasty with RM. I don't know the exact exchange, but apparently he and his friends were "offended" that we would not be offering them the full menu.
As if it had anything to do with them.
Fortunately, they left in a huff, so none of us had to deal with their self-centered selves.
I'll say it again, slowly....
I'm tending bar when this sketchy sort walks in and starts asking questions. Basically, he was asking where he could get work, if we had any openings, etc. Never asked for an application, and he would never have been hired (as I said, sketchy, in the "not quite a bum but not far from it" category), but I humored him at first.
Then I noticed he had a lit cigarette in his hand.
Due to Florida law instituted several years ago, you cannot smoke in an enclosed restaurant.
JESTER: "I'm sorry sir, but you can't be smoking in here."
SKETCHY: (making no move to exit) "Oh yeah, sorry, I'll finish this outside. But let me just ask you this--"
JESTER: "Sir, I will be happy to answer any question you have, but you need to go outside with that NOW. When you've taken care of that, feel free to come back in."
Idiot.
Here we go again!
This exchange is old, but it is a constant. That being said, this week it seems I got asked this far more times than usual, to an odd extent. Remember, these exchanges all occurred at my work, while I was working, serving the people asking!
CUSTOMER: "So, do you live here?"
JESTER: "No. I commute from Phoenix ever day."
Where do these people think that Key West workers live? North Carolina? Geez!
Not a math major
CUSTOMER: "I'd like the order of 13 wings, please."
COWORKER: "Okay."
CUSTOMER: "How many wings is in that?"
COWORKER:
(realizing he's serious) "Twenty four."REST OF TABLE:
CUSTOMER:
They'll do what they want!
Last night we had a couple of large parties upstairs. My coworker and I were taking care of one of them together, and for said party, we had six individual tables reserved.
At one point, while said party was milling around and occupying four of the aforementioned six tables, a group of four came in and sat at one of the other two. My coworker politely told them that said table was reserved for the large group.
They wouldn't move. "Can't we just sit here?" And not said all that politely. They would not move, they would not budge. I'm sorry, what part of "reserved" don't these people get?
To add insult to injury, although they were otherwise polite throughout their stay at the reserved table, when they finally left, after getting some free booze on top of everything else due to a promotion we have, they tipped my coworker a meager $4 on their $64 bill.
It's all about them.
We have a late night menu that we go to later in the evening, as the kitchen starts shutting down. It's a limited offering of our larger menu. Many places do similar things.
A group of four (I think) comes in the other night after we had gone to the late night menu, and start talking to my Rockin' Manager at the hostess stand. She politely informed the women of the fact that we were only offering the late night menu at that time. The women seemed unthrilled, but no big deal. Then one of the husbands got very nasty with RM. I don't know the exact exchange, but apparently he and his friends were "offended" that we would not be offering them the full menu.
As if it had anything to do with them.
Fortunately, they left in a huff, so none of us had to deal with their self-centered selves.
I'll say it again, slowly....
I'm tending bar when this sketchy sort walks in and starts asking questions. Basically, he was asking where he could get work, if we had any openings, etc. Never asked for an application, and he would never have been hired (as I said, sketchy, in the "not quite a bum but not far from it" category), but I humored him at first.
Then I noticed he had a lit cigarette in his hand.
Due to Florida law instituted several years ago, you cannot smoke in an enclosed restaurant.
JESTER: "I'm sorry sir, but you can't be smoking in here."
SKETCHY: (making no move to exit) "Oh yeah, sorry, I'll finish this outside. But let me just ask you this--"
JESTER: "Sir, I will be happy to answer any question you have, but you need to go outside with that NOW. When you've taken care of that, feel free to come back in."
Idiot.
Here we go again!
This exchange is old, but it is a constant. That being said, this week it seems I got asked this far more times than usual, to an odd extent. Remember, these exchanges all occurred at my work, while I was working, serving the people asking!
CUSTOMER: "So, do you live here?"
JESTER: "No. I commute from Phoenix ever day."
Where do these people think that Key West workers live? North Carolina? Geez!
The party that didn't budge from the reserved tables, I know how that is. I've also had the displeasure of dealing with SC's who bitch about the lounge area being full and having to sit at the dining room (you can eat in both areas, but the lounge has the live band and dancefloor) when they come in during the busy nights or try to make a reservation at the last minute.
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