I can't recall if I have referenced this in the past, but if I did, it was not in full detail. So now, boys and girls, it is time for me to tell y'all about Armageddon.
Back when I was working for the red and white striped corporate chain restaurant in Scottsdale, Arizona, we had a day that will never be forgotten. More's the pity. It was the night of the 1999 Fiesta Bowl, played just to our south at Sun Devil Stadium in Tempe, and that year the University of Tennessee would defeat Florida State University in that game. Not being a fan of either team (being a Sun Devil myself), I really didn't care about the game.
Anyway, the night was an average night until after the game. But after the game let out....the entire University of Tennessee decided to eat at my establishment. Or so it seemed. This was perhaps the busiest I have ever seen any restaurant, and definitely the worst I ever saw THAT restaurant.
The wait for a table was a good 1.5-2 hours. The wait for food was just as bad. I remember at one point a small order of potato skins taking 55 minutes to come out of the kitchen. And that was not at all atypical. And yet people were rude, demanding, vicious, and just plain mean....and cheap, cheap, cheap. The only reason any of us made any money that night was because of the sheer volume, because those people were stingy as hell with tips, even though just about the entire staff had to shift in a gear that none of us even knew we had.
To give you an idea of how bad it was, our kitchen closed at midnight. Usually we were out of there by anywhere from 12:30-1:30 am, usually closer to the first than the second. That night, we were so slammed, that after the last customer left, rather than trying to do things the normal way, everyone picked a job and just started doing it. For example, one person might work on restocking. One might bus tables and run them back to dish. Me, I was just unloading said bus tubs at dish. And we collectively clocked out at 4:00 am, and just sat around, on the floor by the bar, just breathing and looking at each other till 5:00 am. Seriously.
So you get the idea that this place was busy, busy, busy, and every one of us was running around doing everything we could, giving our blood, sweat, and tears, just to keep up. But even with all the people there being less than pleasant, one SC stood out from the crowd. In the middle of all of this insanity and chaos, this one yahoo apparently didn't like something that happened at his table, and I guess he was completely blind to the insanity going on around him. I guess he was trying to be funny in front of his friends, and he just looked at my coworker, his server, and said, "Are you fucking stupid?"
I happened to be passing by at that very moment, and I was stunned. I couldn't believe the guy just said that. And as I was watching, my coworker stopped right in the middle of what she was doing, pointed straight to the door, and said calmly but viciously, "GET. OUT." That shocked him. "What?" She repeated to him, "Get the hell out of my restaurant...NOW." He stood there in shock.
Well, said coworker, very cool girl, went in the back to get the manager, and was very upset, very certain she was going to lose her job. But luckily, our Assistant Manager was very cool, and was not about to put up with this crap from this yahoo on this night.
She went out to the table, looked at said yahoo, and said, "You need to leave." He still seemed surprised, and asked, "Why?" She looked him dead in the eye and said, "NO ONE talks to my staff in an abusive way like you did, and I am not going to stand for it. Now, we are paying your bill, but you need to leave, and you need to leave right now. If you do not leave, we will call the police. There will be no discussion. End of the story."
He left.
For a while, I was seriously thinking about invading the house of every University of Tennessee fan and treating them the way they treated us. Then I realized...it wouldn't have helped. The people who were there that night just sucked.
But to this very day, anyone who worked there that night still refers to it as "Armageddon."
And no, I am still not a University of Tennessee fan.
Back when I was working for the red and white striped corporate chain restaurant in Scottsdale, Arizona, we had a day that will never be forgotten. More's the pity. It was the night of the 1999 Fiesta Bowl, played just to our south at Sun Devil Stadium in Tempe, and that year the University of Tennessee would defeat Florida State University in that game. Not being a fan of either team (being a Sun Devil myself), I really didn't care about the game.
Anyway, the night was an average night until after the game. But after the game let out....the entire University of Tennessee decided to eat at my establishment. Or so it seemed. This was perhaps the busiest I have ever seen any restaurant, and definitely the worst I ever saw THAT restaurant.
The wait for a table was a good 1.5-2 hours. The wait for food was just as bad. I remember at one point a small order of potato skins taking 55 minutes to come out of the kitchen. And that was not at all atypical. And yet people were rude, demanding, vicious, and just plain mean....and cheap, cheap, cheap. The only reason any of us made any money that night was because of the sheer volume, because those people were stingy as hell with tips, even though just about the entire staff had to shift in a gear that none of us even knew we had.
To give you an idea of how bad it was, our kitchen closed at midnight. Usually we were out of there by anywhere from 12:30-1:30 am, usually closer to the first than the second. That night, we were so slammed, that after the last customer left, rather than trying to do things the normal way, everyone picked a job and just started doing it. For example, one person might work on restocking. One might bus tables and run them back to dish. Me, I was just unloading said bus tubs at dish. And we collectively clocked out at 4:00 am, and just sat around, on the floor by the bar, just breathing and looking at each other till 5:00 am. Seriously.
So you get the idea that this place was busy, busy, busy, and every one of us was running around doing everything we could, giving our blood, sweat, and tears, just to keep up. But even with all the people there being less than pleasant, one SC stood out from the crowd. In the middle of all of this insanity and chaos, this one yahoo apparently didn't like something that happened at his table, and I guess he was completely blind to the insanity going on around him. I guess he was trying to be funny in front of his friends, and he just looked at my coworker, his server, and said, "Are you fucking stupid?"
I happened to be passing by at that very moment, and I was stunned. I couldn't believe the guy just said that. And as I was watching, my coworker stopped right in the middle of what she was doing, pointed straight to the door, and said calmly but viciously, "GET. OUT." That shocked him. "What?" She repeated to him, "Get the hell out of my restaurant...NOW." He stood there in shock.
Well, said coworker, very cool girl, went in the back to get the manager, and was very upset, very certain she was going to lose her job. But luckily, our Assistant Manager was very cool, and was not about to put up with this crap from this yahoo on this night.
She went out to the table, looked at said yahoo, and said, "You need to leave." He still seemed surprised, and asked, "Why?" She looked him dead in the eye and said, "NO ONE talks to my staff in an abusive way like you did, and I am not going to stand for it. Now, we are paying your bill, but you need to leave, and you need to leave right now. If you do not leave, we will call the police. There will be no discussion. End of the story."
He left.
For a while, I was seriously thinking about invading the house of every University of Tennessee fan and treating them the way they treated us. Then I realized...it wouldn't have helped. The people who were there that night just sucked.
But to this very day, anyone who worked there that night still refers to it as "Armageddon."
And no, I am still not a University of Tennessee fan.
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