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Sunday I had a group in....7 of them on a Sunday afternoon when the place is packed out. The whole pork products thing I mentioned in Brain Burps is going on and while people are civil about it, it's still annoying to have to explain. So 3 women and 4 kids come in. We have to set up a table for them so they wait longer (wouldn't have happened had they booked). They sit down and spend a while getting settled...fair enough, kids take a while to settle.
So I take their drinks orders which takes around 5 minutes, as opposed to the usual 30 seconds. Now this isn't such a big deal but I've got so much going on 5 minutes gets to be a lifetime. Also, during this time one woman refuses to get off the phone to speak to me. So I go off and make the drinks and arrive back. There is plastcine all over the table and much shrieking. Sigh. I ask if they're ready to order. They answer yes, then go about....not ordering. So I'm stood there like a lemon while no one acknowledges me. I get sick of this and tell them I'll give them a couple of minutes while I check on other tables. I'll be in the area so I tell them to give me a wave and I'll come back.
Time passes and I'm called over. So I go and after several orders, changes, more orders and yet more bloody changes I'm finished. It has taken at least 15 minutes...bearing in mind they were READY to order. Some more time passes and wrecking of the table continues. I get waved over to the mess and Phone Lady says that she's too cold here and wants to move to the booth seats. The booth is not clean due to the busy time so I tell her it'll have to be cleaned first. She agrees and I manage to enlist a coworker to help out. The table they leave is trashed and they move straight over to trash the other.
All the time the kids are screaming, making it difficult to communicate with the women. It doesn't help that they're about as helpful as a fish with a bike anyway. So they have their food and spend their time making random demands to anyone who passes while I clean the previous mess. There was no defining moment of suck, but just a constant flurry of attitude and the sense of them looking down their noses at us all.
Although what did annoy me was the kids started running around by the Christmas tree, windows and fire exit. Clearly dangerous. It was time for me to finish so I handed over my tables and went to hand my money over. When I came back my coworker told me that as the children were running around they smashed a plate. One of the women then called over my coworker to say, 'You should really clear this table. There's going to be an accident!'.
She'd be the first... because most mother's are aware that you should not let your kids run around crockery as it is prone to smash and cause mess and trouble. But no....its our fault that you can't control your brats because you'd rather gas with your friends than look out for their safety.
I had no idea it was going to end up this long!
So I take their drinks orders which takes around 5 minutes, as opposed to the usual 30 seconds. Now this isn't such a big deal but I've got so much going on 5 minutes gets to be a lifetime. Also, during this time one woman refuses to get off the phone to speak to me. So I go off and make the drinks and arrive back. There is plastcine all over the table and much shrieking. Sigh. I ask if they're ready to order. They answer yes, then go about....not ordering. So I'm stood there like a lemon while no one acknowledges me. I get sick of this and tell them I'll give them a couple of minutes while I check on other tables. I'll be in the area so I tell them to give me a wave and I'll come back.
Time passes and I'm called over. So I go and after several orders, changes, more orders and yet more bloody changes I'm finished. It has taken at least 15 minutes...bearing in mind they were READY to order. Some more time passes and wrecking of the table continues. I get waved over to the mess and Phone Lady says that she's too cold here and wants to move to the booth seats. The booth is not clean due to the busy time so I tell her it'll have to be cleaned first. She agrees and I manage to enlist a coworker to help out. The table they leave is trashed and they move straight over to trash the other.
All the time the kids are screaming, making it difficult to communicate with the women. It doesn't help that they're about as helpful as a fish with a bike anyway. So they have their food and spend their time making random demands to anyone who passes while I clean the previous mess. There was no defining moment of suck, but just a constant flurry of attitude and the sense of them looking down their noses at us all.
Although what did annoy me was the kids started running around by the Christmas tree, windows and fire exit. Clearly dangerous. It was time for me to finish so I handed over my tables and went to hand my money over. When I came back my coworker told me that as the children were running around they smashed a plate. One of the women then called over my coworker to say, 'You should really clear this table. There's going to be an accident!'.
She'd be the first... because most mother's are aware that you should not let your kids run around crockery as it is prone to smash and cause mess and trouble. But no....its our fault that you can't control your brats because you'd rather gas with your friends than look out for their safety.
I had no idea it was going to end up this long!
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