Joe always says, “I think when people enter an airport, they lose half their brain cells”.
I think I agree. Yes….yes, I do agree.
The airport brings with it a whole new kind of rude. I’ve worked in a corporate owned steakhouse, a ’50s themed diner, an Italian restaurant…how could serving cheese steaks and fries leave something even more for people to complain about? Well, they certainly find a way.
A quick recount of my fantastic, stress-free weekend:
Customer: “Can I have a Manhattan, on the rocks? Make it a double.”
Me: “Sure!” ::makes drink in front of man, tips measured pour spout twice::
Customer: ::five minutes later:: “Um..is this a double?” ::twists face as if smelling something foul::
Me: “Yes, it is, everything is measured.”
~ What else do I say to this? Yes, it’s a double. Want a third shot? You’re paying for it! He just went back to his drink. This wasn’t rude, just sorta dumb.
A customer a fellow bartender had last weekend:
Bartender: “Hello! How are yo-
Customer: “Yeah yeah yeah, cut the small talk, do you have…” blah blah blah
And another one of mine:
::I’m washing dishes::
Customer: “Ma’am? Hello?”
::I turn around to find him knocking on the bar in my direction. This was his way of getting my attention.::
And now on to the theme of the weekend (and a scene from last week’s crowd).
~ On Saturday night I had two minutes of down time to get some glasses washed behind my bar, after checking that everyone was alright to be left alone for 30 seconds. When I had made it to the last two pilsners, my peripheral vision gave way to something waving around frantically to my left. I slowly looked over and saw the woman at the far end of my bar – who had asked for a drink by handing me a piece of paper with “Grand Marnier” scribbled on it – throwing her hands in the air as if trying to catch my attention stranded-on-a-desert-island style. When she saw me looking her way, she brought one hand down and curled one long finger on the other in a I’m-your-mother-get-your-ass-over-here-because-you’re-in-trouble style. I don’t take kindly to that. I made my way over.
Customer: “I was trying to get your attention.”
Me: “I know, but you do not have to do this ::makes get-over-here motion:: to do so.”
Customer: “I want to pay.” ::pays:: ::leaves::
Me: “Have a great day!”
About ten minutes later I had a couple do the same crazy waving arm thing. I ran over thinking someone may have needed an ambulance. They only needed two Bud Lights.
~ Last week a table of two polite older gentlemen and their wives sat with me, and everything went smoothly. When he was ready to pay the bill, I saw him doing the arm jiggle as I made my way to their table, check already in hand because I knew they’d be close to finishing up. “I see you!” I said, as he continued to do the dance after we’d made eye contact. He mumbled something like “we have a flight to catch” (never would have guessed) as I put the check in front of him and leaned over to give the table next to them their –
“NO! DON’T GO ANYWHERE!!!!!! I’M READY TO PAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY………”
“Sir, I was just leaning over to table 2 here to give them their check as well. I have not moved from this spot.”