So, the bar hasn't been opened long, we've had no customers at all. Everything is spick and span and ready to go. Each table is clean and the menus are arranged very neatly (I am VERY anal about the presentation of the tables).
Ah, then we get this bitch.
She doesn't want any menus on her table. Rather than neatly stack the menus, and perhaps place them on to the table next to her or hand the menus over to a member of staff, she choses to THROW them across the dining area, knocking over at least four tables worth of menus onto the floor.
She wasn't even discrete about it. She did it when I was taking her food out to her.
I made a point of cleaning up the menus very loudly, slamming them down and tutting to myself. She remained oblivious.
Ah, then we get this bitch.
She doesn't want any menus on her table. Rather than neatly stack the menus, and perhaps place them on to the table next to her or hand the menus over to a member of staff, she choses to THROW them across the dining area, knocking over at least four tables worth of menus onto the floor.
She wasn't even discrete about it. She did it when I was taking her food out to her.
I made a point of cleaning up the menus very loudly, slamming them down and tutting to myself. She remained oblivious.
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