All I picture is:
"We know that a woman's time is her most precious resource"
"My blood pumps through my veins just like common women, one pump at a time, and certainly not through a synthesized heart facsimile given to me by our glorious hivemother—am I right ladies?"
"because of unconscious bias, men often appropriate the ideas of female counterparts and get all the credit". Yeah, "unconscious".
Interesting. I'm of the opinion that harassing an employee is grounds for murder. To me, this guy got off light.
As a single diner often because of travel, I like to eat at the bar of a restaurant, if possible and not a mob scene for the bartender(s). Benefits:
Yeah, I definitely thought there was a weird disconnect in how she was trying to convince us they were simultaneously classless hicks from farm country and yet also spoiled rich brats. Those two things don't usually go together.
I also worked at Tim Horton's when I was younger, and had my fair share of shitty customers. One guy always directed his order at my breasts (and I was 15 at the time) so one day I told him that THEY weren't going to make his order so he should probably talk to me instead. That didn't go over so well with management.
I felt like the storyteller was reading a lot of malice into that kid's behavior that wasn't necessarily there.
That's a good one! Another coworker was once dealing with a rude customer decked out in a loud, obnoxious Hawaiian shirt. The customer was complaining and my coworker replied "I'm sorry sir, I couldn't hear you over your shirt." I about died.
Mr. Mouse tells a story of when he was waiter (actually, he tells many stories and I've been trying to convince him to submit some to Kitchenette—no go so far) of a man who came in with friends for dinner and proceeded to act like a complete douche, even going so far as to say "this will be reflected in your tip". …
The worst customers I ever dealt with was when I worked at Blockbuster Video as a teenager.
The worst of the worst was when a man called in and asked if he could get his money back. I wasn't allowed to give refunds on my own, the snotty, lazy Manager On Duty working at the time had to decide whether or not it was…
I felt bad for the kid, too. Teenagers don't have fully developed brains and they don't exhibit a ton of common sense sometimes. He didn't appear to have deliberately hassled the server; he didn't deserve to have his food fucked with on what was probably a big treat for him. In fairness, this story really bothered me…
Just because some saucy tart hurls a fork at you doesn't make you a king. It's not like some bint can come up out of a pool of duck sauce, fling chop sticks at you and make you emperor of PF Changs.
T'was the summer of 2006. I was a server at the Olive Garden. (Editor's Note: Thank you for actually calling the place by its name) Those were dark times.
I actually wasn't convinced on that one. I felt like the storyteller was reading a lot of malice into that kid's behavior that wasn't necessarily there. She set up the story by telling us about how bratty and entitled they were just because they were coming from a debate team event, without actually giving any…