A family of six came into the pub for lunch. One of them was very, VERY old. He was confined to a wheelchair and could barely move. If I had to estimate his age, it would be in the very late nineties, maybe even more than that. He was with who I assumed was his daughter, grand-daughter, grand-daughters husband and two great-grand-children, who were in their late teens.
They all ordered lunch. For the old dude, they ordered him a sausage sandwich. It all seemed to be fine. I took the meal out, and his daughter looked at it.
D: You're going to need to cut up his food for him.
Me: Oh, well, I'm a little busy at the minute, but I can get you a knife for you to cut it.
D: I'm not cutting it! It's not my job!
I had to walk away at that point, as I had to get the rest of their meals out. I got back to the table, and the family were simply sitting there, staring at the sandwich.
D: It needs to be cut! You need to cut it!
I handed her a spare knife.
Me: Like I said, I am a bit busy at the moment, but there is a knife for you to cut it.
I finished taking their food out and moved on to another table. The family were still sitting there, ignoring their meals and staring at me, while the daughter clicked and waved her fingers in an attempt to get my attention (I do not respond to anything like that, so I was deliberately ignoring them.) Unfortunately I had to pass their table to get to another.
D: Look, my father needs help eating! You need to cut his food and help him eat!
Me: Ma'am, I have already told you, I am too busy.
D: You are "the help" aren't you? Well you aren't doing a very good job of helping, are you?!
Me:
I am NOT the help.
I walked away, seething and carried on. The family STILL hadn't started eating. They just stared at me and the sandwich. Again, I had to walk past their table. The daughter actually pulled on my shirt, which is an absolute no go. I pulled myself away quickly.
D: You don't need to be so dramatic! Are you going to do your job and help or not?
Me: I am only going to say this one more time. I am too busy. There are five of you at this table that are perfectly able to cut the sandwich.
D: But that's not our job.
I walked away again. I looked over and saw the grand-daughters husband cutting the sandwich, while the daughter glared at me.
They all ordered lunch. For the old dude, they ordered him a sausage sandwich. It all seemed to be fine. I took the meal out, and his daughter looked at it.
D: You're going to need to cut up his food for him.
Me: Oh, well, I'm a little busy at the minute, but I can get you a knife for you to cut it.
D: I'm not cutting it! It's not my job!
I had to walk away at that point, as I had to get the rest of their meals out. I got back to the table, and the family were simply sitting there, staring at the sandwich.
D: It needs to be cut! You need to cut it!
I handed her a spare knife.
Me: Like I said, I am a bit busy at the moment, but there is a knife for you to cut it.
I finished taking their food out and moved on to another table. The family were still sitting there, ignoring their meals and staring at me, while the daughter clicked and waved her fingers in an attempt to get my attention (I do not respond to anything like that, so I was deliberately ignoring them.) Unfortunately I had to pass their table to get to another.
D: Look, my father needs help eating! You need to cut his food and help him eat!
Me: Ma'am, I have already told you, I am too busy.
D: You are "the help" aren't you? Well you aren't doing a very good job of helping, are you?!
Me:

I walked away, seething and carried on. The family STILL hadn't started eating. They just stared at me and the sandwich. Again, I had to walk past their table. The daughter actually pulled on my shirt, which is an absolute no go. I pulled myself away quickly.
D: You don't need to be so dramatic! Are you going to do your job and help or not?
Me: I am only going to say this one more time. I am too busy. There are five of you at this table that are perfectly able to cut the sandwich.
D: But that's not our job.
I walked away again. I looked over and saw the grand-daughters husband cutting the sandwich, while the daughter glared at me.
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