A Messed With Food posting would straight up wear out ALL of the fainting couches.

This is a first-ballot Hall of Fame comment.

Never, ever, EVER come to America.

Based on the number of commenters who are ABSOLUTELY APPALLED that any server would mess with a person's food for ANY reason, that is ASSAULT and it is NEVER JUSTIFIED and LOTS OF OTHER WORDS IN CAPITAL LETTERS and other HORSESHIT, I'm going to assume a lot of people think no one would ever do this. Lol. OK.

Christ, I get haircuts like once a year and even I fucking know you're supposed to tip them.

Confront him. Friends don't let friends be shitty tippers, and persistently shitty tippers are not worthy of being friends with.

Idk servers very rarely like conversations on busy nights.

Dave Barry once wrote "someone who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person."

I feel like this story is going to be underrated, which is a shame, because it's so good.

After being confronted about this incident later by a few bold servers and some of the other regulars, he replied that he shouldn't have had to pay ANYTHING on that tab as he came to our fine establishment to enjoy (torment) the pretty servers and got stuck with a BOY.

Yes. Also, jeez always tip people who work with your food or hair. Cut your own hair if you don't want to tip or go to a beauty school where someone can practice on you.

The only dating advice my mother ever gave me was "Never date a man who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter." It has served me well.

I couldn't care less if my server is friendly. Just don't be that server who refuses to write down orders, because your memory is so great, and then you screw up my "no tomato" request. Carry a note pad, write down my order, don't be a dick, that's really all I ask and you'll get your 20%.

They don't just want you to friendly, they want you to be subservient. Power tripping assholes.

Only then did he realize I'd removed the cymbal from the stand and put it behind my drum throne. I was playing "air cymbal," keeping the beat with my bass drum and hi-hat. I smiled at the asshat. Big grin.

"Back in my day, music didn't even have percussions! Damn kids playing their Selena Bieber music. TURN DOWN THAT DAMN AIR CYMBAL!"

"As a palate cleanser for the last two weeks, please enjoy some stories of terrible customers receiving their just rewards."

Every bad OKC/Tinder date I've ever been on has been with someone who tipped poorly.

"Short me fifty cents, huh? Short me fifty cents?! I'll show him fifty cents with my chicken BALLS!"

They're likely the same people who think telling women in public they're "prettier when they smile" is an act of civil nobility.