When I was 15, I was punched so hard all of my earrings came out and a blood vessel in my eye was burst because I wouldn’t take back dry cleaned (as if that helps!) stained, purchased six months prior, pants from a middle aged woman. Sucker punched. cold cocked. Socked. Physically accosted.
Hell yes people do this…

Um, no. I tell people ALL THE TIME not to touch the hot things and what do they do? TOUCH THE HOT THINGS.

..the published story makes it seem like the person went from zero to sixty over just the menu issue (which is possible, although the person would have to be pretty off kilter as is)

I don’t see any reason to think the story is made up. People do stuff that makes swearing and spitting on a shoe seem like a warm smile and a handshake in comparison.

Sometimes you are too fetal with embarrassment to do anything about it. You’re just in shock, and figure you’ll make it up later in tips.

I wondered about that too. Maybe they were her employee/slaves and they are so terrified of her wrath that they couldn’t speak up. Or they’re just assholes. Like her. I’d like to order a few more pitchers of sangria just for them.

I once had a guy attempt to dump a cup of olives on me because I wouldn’t pick out the pimentos for him. So yeah, I totally believe that the customer would behave that way. I also believe the sangria-dumping, since the person of authority there was the chef/mastermind and the two servers could easily just insist it…

Beige capris would not have survived that assault.

I also suggest imagining her in all white to achieve full justice boner.

Well now I’ve gotta fucking go and watch Beaches.

I had a pair of beige capri pants 20 years ago. I’m a guy. :/

What we need is restaurants with the policy that sometimes the customer is wrong and needs to be fucking dealt with. The entitled, awful customers are always going to happen, because food service is just one of those places where awful people take power trips. The only thing you can do, I think, is to let the staff…

THIS post! This POST.... had EVERYTHINGGGGGG!!!!!

You know what got me in that story? The beige capri pants :/

Yes. Such a REFRESHING feeling!

Stabby menu is the best menu.

Nah. She deserves something off the Special Stabby menu.

I watched from the corner as Sara took them their wine glasses. And I watch as she tottered over with a large, fruit-filled pitcher of sangria. And I watched as she lifted the pitcher high over the wretched woman’s head...and dumped it all over her.

Imagining that pitcher of sangria cascading over that asshole’s head is the most cathartic feeling I have ever experienced when reading Kitchenette. Shivers.