Tonight I had a couple guys come in who seemed a little stupid and maybe trashy, but harmless. I gave them each a beer and they got some food, and then someone else served them a couple of beers each. After that third round, my boss came over to me to warn me about some drunk guys at my bar.
The worse of the two tried ordering more beers and I said, "I think you guys are all set for tonight." and they seemed to handle it well, but I think they just had delayed reaction times by this point. The worse then says, "Well can we at least get our tab then?!" The thing is, we keep tabs in front of every customer at all times. When they got their very first beers, I put a tab in a little cup in front of them and told them it was their tab. Then I ordered their food, threw away their tab, printed a new one, and put that one in front of them. I turned away to put something on the shelf behind me and I hear this incredulous, "EXCUSE ME! I don't think this is my tab."
I turned around to see this dumbass looking at our wine list, which is in a leather bound book and clearly has headings like "Red Wine" and "Coffee Drinks" on each page. I couldn't slow my mouth down and spit out, "Well yeah, that's a wine list." ....And then my other customers openly laughed.
After complaining to my boss about being cut off, the other guy ended up yelling at me and making an ass of himself, proving only further that I was right to cut them off. But in the end, the wine list idiot wins as the highlight of my night and I'm not even upset that these trashy jerks caused a scene and tipped me zero dollars on their $60+ tab.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Something Wonderful!
My bar recently had a fundraiser for our Relay for Life team. I asked to bartend so that I could donate all of my tips. Normally that shift can rack in about $200 in tips, but I was hoping people would tip a little extra for the charity, so I was really aiming for closer to $300.
Of course, friends and family came in and gave me some money and some regulars came to chip in, but the generosity of strangers was amazing. I worked six hours and made almost FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS!
Lately I've been loving the bar extra, and this totally clinched it.
Of course, friends and family came in and gave me some money and some regulars came to chip in, but the generosity of strangers was amazing. I worked six hours and made almost FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS!
Lately I've been loving the bar extra, and this totally clinched it.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Lions and tigers and... Bikers? Oh shit.
A few days ago we had a swarm of bikers come through town for a memorial ride. That's pretty cool, I'm all for memorial things. However, they all piled into the bar and proceeded to almost ruin my day. I spent the better part of two hours muttering, "These people are fucking animals."
First, after about half of them were in there and I had ordered all of their drinks, one guy joined the table closest to the door. He had been inside for about five seconds and hadn't even sat down yet, but apparently he was just parched. He yelled from five tables away to get my attention. That's a loud yell in the middle of a nice quiet lunch crowd.
At another table, there were two women and a man. One of the women is a regular who none of us really care for. Turns out, her friends are far worse. The other woman would not look up from her phone to order another beer or answer a single question. I ended up asking the regular things for the whole table because I just don't deal with that. Even she seemed to acknowledge how rude it was, and we always thought she didn't even know what manners are. The man at this table took to yelling come ons at my (married) hostess. He and the texter bothered her every time she walked by, yelling things like "He wants your number!" "No, she wants your number!" "No, he wants to take you home!" Charming, grown ups.
A third table had a bill of $42.75. They left me $45 total. Thanks guys!
The bar wasn't even my section that night, but I got stuck out there for the first couple hours of dinner because I was lucky enough to have to take these bikers because the other waitress wasn't there yet. I walked out after a seven hour shift with barely over $100 and I blame them. I will say, I had one couple sitting at their own table who were so lovely, they alone kept my spirits up. Thanks lovely couple, I'm glad you loved your pizza!
First, after about half of them were in there and I had ordered all of their drinks, one guy joined the table closest to the door. He had been inside for about five seconds and hadn't even sat down yet, but apparently he was just parched. He yelled from five tables away to get my attention. That's a loud yell in the middle of a nice quiet lunch crowd.
At another table, there were two women and a man. One of the women is a regular who none of us really care for. Turns out, her friends are far worse. The other woman would not look up from her phone to order another beer or answer a single question. I ended up asking the regular things for the whole table because I just don't deal with that. Even she seemed to acknowledge how rude it was, and we always thought she didn't even know what manners are. The man at this table took to yelling come ons at my (married) hostess. He and the texter bothered her every time she walked by, yelling things like "He wants your number!" "No, she wants your number!" "No, he wants to take you home!" Charming, grown ups.
A third table had a bill of $42.75. They left me $45 total. Thanks guys!
The bar wasn't even my section that night, but I got stuck out there for the first couple hours of dinner because I was lucky enough to have to take these bikers because the other waitress wasn't there yet. I walked out after a seven hour shift with barely over $100 and I blame them. I will say, I had one couple sitting at their own table who were so lovely, they alone kept my spirits up. Thanks lovely couple, I'm glad you loved your pizza!
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