This week in "Are You Fucking Kidding Me?!" news:
Tonight I walked up to a table (a couple with two children) with some drinks, and it seemed that the husband had no idea I was there- for a moment, I was invisible. I'm sure of it, and I'll be working on my superhero costume for the rest of the weekend.
When I first went to this table, the husband and son were in the bathroom. The wife ordered drinks, I went and got them, and I returned at pretty much the same time as the guys. They sat down as I started handing out drinks and the husband looked at the wife and said, "The bathroom was atrocious so he (son) pissed on the floor."
I did not exist to him at this moment. I'm sure of it. He never looked at me and he had no shame. I handed out the drinks and told them (the wife really) that I'd give them a minute with the menus. They showed no shame.
First of all, my "task" today was bathrooms. Literally ten minutes earlier, I was in the men's room cleaning up. I wiped down the counter and made sure that there was no trash on the floor. So "atrocious" may have been a stretch, douchebag. Meanwhile, I ran to my boss and he went into the men's room to check on it and clean up if need be. True story: there was actually a fucking puddle of pee in front of the toilet.
I continued waiting on this table and they made no more mention of it and showed no visible sign of good manners or respect. They tipped me $11 on a $60 bill; not awful, but you let your fucking kid piss on the floor. Come on now.
