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!
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