There are many times we want to curse out SC's. I don't do that--at least not to their face, though mentally is another story--but this is not what I am going to do here. I am going to actually curse some SC's I had today. Basically, I am going medieval on them. Literally.
I must preface this by saying I have not had a walkout in just about 8 years. That is right....8 years since the last time someone just walked out without paying. Today, I had two walkouts...within half an hour!
The Cheap Date
A couple in about their fifties were drinking at one of my tables. After a few drinks, they decided to settle up. The woman gave me her credit card, I ran the card, and she signed the slip, with tip, and gave it to me. This couple decided to order more drinks, but the woman told me the man would be paying for these. I figured, no problem, taking turns paying. That's fair. So they ordered their drinks, I brought them their drinks, they sat there and drank their drinks. All of this is quite normal. All this time, also, I was highly and frequently visible in my section and in the bar. I don't take smoke breaks, I didn't take any bathroom breaks, I was definitely around. However, the bar is quite large, and my section was on the opposite side of it from the service bar area. So I could not be keeping my eye on everything every second. Well, at one point I came into my section....and the couple was gone. History. Vanished. Not There.
Had they moved? No. They weren't in the bar. Had they gone for a slight stroll on to the docks? Nope. Not there either. Maybe they'd gone a little further afield to check out some sights around the bar, and would be back. Well, no. Several hours later, still no sign of them. Never came looking for me at all.
Total bill: $12.75.
Total bill I had to pay after I reduced the drinks to employee prices (which is policy on walkouts): $7.75. Out of MY pocket.
I guess the man decided he would let the woman pay for some drinks, but when it came to be his turn, he would rather just take the drinks and consider them a gift from me. Which, in essence, they were, as I was not only out of any potential tip, but I paid eight bucks for their enjoyment.
So you, O Man of the Quick Step and Closed Wallet, I curse you! Thrice I curse your name and your existence! May you only date women who are cheaper and more manly looking than you! May your beer always be warm, and your tequila always have a worm! And may your food always be of small portions and cold temperature, and your pecker the same! These curses I lay upon thee!
We're REALLY In A Hurry!
Three guys, in about their forties or so, sat down at a table within half an hour of this. They ordered their drinks, and I went to get their drinks and others. I was gone for maybe 90 seconds, if that. When I came back...they were gone. Now, in our bar, a lot of people move around, and rarely bother telling their server, so I delivered the other drinks, and went looking. Not in another section. Not at the bar. Not on the docks. Nowhere! They had, in essense, split. Now, I realize some people are in a hurry, but usually they bother to tell us. These prizewinners gave no indication of being in a hurry to go anywhere or even of being in a hurry to get drinks. Also, sometimes people do need to run off after ordering drinks. In such situations, they will almost always find the server and say sorry, we have to leave, cancel our drinks. Did these men of the world do anything of the sort? Of course not, or I would not be putting their story here!
Now, since they had ordered and left, management could not say I had not kept a tab open at my own peril, as there was no chance to deliver drinks or start a tab! So I was able to comp their drinks, but the situation still makes me look bad, having TWO walkouts in one shift. While I did not have to pay out of pocket, I DID end up working for these nimrods without getting any compensation, other than to my myself or my bar. I wasted my time looking for them when I could have been providing more service to the guests that actually stuck around. All this Pissed Me Off!
So you, The Three Vanishing Amigos, I curse you! Thrice I curse your names and your existence! May you always be waiting a time longer than you have for any and all of your drinks. May you always be thirsty no matter what you drink! And may you always be sober, no matter in what quantity you drink! These curses I lay upon thee!
I must preface this by saying I have not had a walkout in just about 8 years. That is right....8 years since the last time someone just walked out without paying. Today, I had two walkouts...within half an hour!
The Cheap Date
A couple in about their fifties were drinking at one of my tables. After a few drinks, they decided to settle up. The woman gave me her credit card, I ran the card, and she signed the slip, with tip, and gave it to me. This couple decided to order more drinks, but the woman told me the man would be paying for these. I figured, no problem, taking turns paying. That's fair. So they ordered their drinks, I brought them their drinks, they sat there and drank their drinks. All of this is quite normal. All this time, also, I was highly and frequently visible in my section and in the bar. I don't take smoke breaks, I didn't take any bathroom breaks, I was definitely around. However, the bar is quite large, and my section was on the opposite side of it from the service bar area. So I could not be keeping my eye on everything every second. Well, at one point I came into my section....and the couple was gone. History. Vanished. Not There.

Total bill: $12.75.
Total bill I had to pay after I reduced the drinks to employee prices (which is policy on walkouts): $7.75. Out of MY pocket.
I guess the man decided he would let the woman pay for some drinks, but when it came to be his turn, he would rather just take the drinks and consider them a gift from me. Which, in essence, they were, as I was not only out of any potential tip, but I paid eight bucks for their enjoyment.
So you, O Man of the Quick Step and Closed Wallet, I curse you! Thrice I curse your name and your existence! May you only date women who are cheaper and more manly looking than you! May your beer always be warm, and your tequila always have a worm! And may your food always be of small portions and cold temperature, and your pecker the same! These curses I lay upon thee!
We're REALLY In A Hurry!
Three guys, in about their forties or so, sat down at a table within half an hour of this. They ordered their drinks, and I went to get their drinks and others. I was gone for maybe 90 seconds, if that. When I came back...they were gone. Now, in our bar, a lot of people move around, and rarely bother telling their server, so I delivered the other drinks, and went looking. Not in another section. Not at the bar. Not on the docks. Nowhere! They had, in essense, split. Now, I realize some people are in a hurry, but usually they bother to tell us. These prizewinners gave no indication of being in a hurry to go anywhere or even of being in a hurry to get drinks. Also, sometimes people do need to run off after ordering drinks. In such situations, they will almost always find the server and say sorry, we have to leave, cancel our drinks. Did these men of the world do anything of the sort? Of course not, or I would not be putting their story here!
Now, since they had ordered and left, management could not say I had not kept a tab open at my own peril, as there was no chance to deliver drinks or start a tab! So I was able to comp their drinks, but the situation still makes me look bad, having TWO walkouts in one shift. While I did not have to pay out of pocket, I DID end up working for these nimrods without getting any compensation, other than to my myself or my bar. I wasted my time looking for them when I could have been providing more service to the guests that actually stuck around. All this Pissed Me Off!
So you, The Three Vanishing Amigos, I curse you! Thrice I curse your names and your existence! May you always be waiting a time longer than you have for any and all of your drinks. May you always be thirsty no matter what you drink! And may you always be sober, no matter in what quantity you drink! These curses I lay upon thee!
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