Everyone I know who has interacted with them, hate the Blue Angels. They're referred to as the "Blue Douchebags."

On the subject of lines and reservations I have a question for the crowd. There's a good brunch place in my town that frequently has a line forming 20-30 minutes before the doors open at 11. Most of the people in line are the same people every week and we all line up next to the door, not blocking the sidewalk.

About…

I've had some great customer service at PF Chang's. When I was a senior in high school (like, right after PF Chang's opened in my city, and I adored it . . . still do) I had my graduation luncheon there, with about 20 of my closest girlfriends and my grandmothers, mom, and aunts. My maternal grandmother was losing her…

The funny thing is that I've hit exactly two people in my life - both men who were committing borderline-sexual assault. And my "go-to move" is apparently slapping someone on the side of the head with an open hand - I know from experience (ah, siblings...) that a slap/strike like that hurts like a son of a bitch and…

Yours is definitely a rare story and I'm glad it worked out! The restaurant business is a real bitch of a thing and people just don't KNOW unless they've done it themselves.

I lasted about another two years - I was still in school and paying tuition with my tips. I stayed until I got pregnant and 6 months past that. I was having terrible, awful morning/all day sickness and just couldn't carry chicken fajitas and margaritas any more without having to hurl afterward. (I still can't stomach…

Aaaaahhhh good for you for smacking some shit!! That's really the only reaction you could have, I think. And good for the regional manager for booting that asshole. How much longer did you last in that job after that incident?

I have used that line more than once on catcallers— the really gross ones who shout sexual stuff at you. "Does your mother know you talk like that?"

Oh my God, I think we used to work somewhere for the same manager. Our general manager was a raging asshole in several ways you describe and never stood up to customers EVER, but his defining moment was when he came up behind me, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and yanked it up above my breasts. His defense? HE didn't…

(This isn't about correcting another customer in food service, but my point is that I DO call people out on their bullshit.) I was flying from Atlanta to LA last week and had been upgraded to First Class. (I fly at least twice weekly and am upgraded due to my status - my company doesn't pay for FC fare.) The guy…

I mentioned in a previous version of Horrible Restaurant Customers about when I worked at a bar and the dickmunch who wanted his bill comped because after two rounds of drinks and appetizers, his table's entrees were late. Anyhoo, our bar manager, Sinead, had her faults, but she did NOT believe in "the customer is…

Yes, leave your kids with babysitters. Can't get a babysitter? Well you can't go out then. Don't like that? Maybe you shouldn't have had kids, they are your responsibility, not everyone else's.

If I had been waiting in line for my table that I called in a reservation for, and this shitty excuse for a human being got seated before me, I would be calling corporate from inside the restaurant.

I'm at an age now where I can get away with saying things I would have never said when I was younger. I'd have smiled sweetly at the woman and said (in my not-fake southern accent), "Your children have the loveliest manners! They are so well-behaved! You must be incredibly proud of them since they clearly didn't learn…

I do this a lot at stores and things if I'm in line behind someone who is acting a fool over nothing. I don't "read the riot act," per se, because that usually just makes them more angry, but I stand back there and say things like "Are you really doing this right now?" or "Your temper tantrum is wasting everyone's…

I was at a very cool restaurant in Philly last week, and the waiter, such a cutie, asked whether there were any allergies. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'm allergic to crunchy...and red" and I waited to see a flicker of anything across his face. Nothing! The guy was a total pro. He was already starting…

This was the first time I've wanted to find out what town the restaurant was in, look up the manager and the troll customer and burn both their houses (after the 8 kids have been safely evacuated) and the PF Changs to the ground. They are garbage pail people. Her side-hustle is probably making monogrammed thermoses.

I'd been working in the same downtown pub for 5 years (great little hole in the wall, so fun, but super dodgy sometimes, very blue-collar clientele/white collar slum spot) and had somehow managed to be the only server there who'd never been assaulted. Never shoved, bitten, spit on, hit, etc. Like I said, dodgy.

So I would just like to put this out in the world, BCO has made me a better diner and that makes me proud. On Friday I was out with friends, attending a Feminist/We Hate Men (not really, but some people think that's what the word means...) book reading. Afterward, giddy we went to a bar next door and made lots of…

No. She squirts it DIRECTLY ON THE TABLE. The kids proceed to finger-paint the entire table with their chicken strips, ketchup, and Splenda concoction.