I've never understood the mentality of people who abuse the people who bring them food. I mean, they bring you food! Isn't that awesome?

I worked in Central Florida restaurants before I came back to NY. The worst was Daytona Beach, FL. It wasn't due to the motorcycle fans, they were good people and generous tippers. The college students with bad fake id's and the cheap assed NASCAR fans were awful. Demanding alcohol at breakfast, usually without valid…

I used to work at a run of the mill Tex-Mex place in the Midwest. During the summer we'd run different promotions. One of those was All You Can Eat Ribs Wednesdays (or some middle of the week day.) The deal was you got served a half a rack of ribs at a time until you called it quits and you were allowed to take one…

For the LIFE of me, it's amazing that we have any competent servers left!?! I know I am not fit to serve at a restaurant: I tried at my first job and just couldn't put up with the assholes. I love going out to dinner, and the server has the majority of that credit. I think the people who are horrible or are overly…

I serve in a Mexican restaurant and we are overly accommodating for customer complaints, as in you can pretty much eat everything and then complain and your entire bill will be comped. Our old regional manager was one of those "the customer is always right" guys to the maximum, but even HE had to ban this lady from…

I had a really crazy regular who rumor had it used to be in playboy who would tip me $50 every time she came in (I was just the hostess) if I just didn't make a fuss about her bringing her toy Pomeranian into the restaurant, despite that obviously being against a host of health codes. His name, I kid you not, was Mr.…

My response to most of these stories are "I hope these horrible assholes choke on a chicken bone." But the one that really sticks with me is "What kind of fucking moron parent makes their four-year old go up to the register (by herself!) to pay the bill?!" That's some lazy-ass dumbfuckery right there (or dumbfuckery…

I'm a server at a small breakfast restaurant in a tourist city. The only time I've cried here (and not in front of the asshole) was the day after I put my 11 year old very much loved cat to sleep. I went in to work that day, even though my boss offered me the day off, because I really wanted to keep my life normal. …

I've never understood why/how people get so irate with servers/cashiers/etc for doing their job. It happens all too often. Hell, it's even happened to me once when I worked nights at a 7-11.

When my children were kids they had it drilled into them to always use their "polite words"; please, thank you, excuse me. They were CONSTANTLY getting free stuff and comments from shop assistants/servers about how polite they were. I thought I was training them in normal civilised behaviour. I see I was wrong.

That story about the McDonalds' milkshake sounds like a Lifehacker article advising how to get a meal when you don't have the money to pay for it.

As hard as it is to understand the wretched people who torture servers for no reason, it's actually more difficult to understand the people who dine with them. If you're a dick to a server or bartender, you're off the list of people I'll go out with.

Carly's story sounds so familiar. I was working at a ice cream/sandwich place when I was 16 that was running a banana split special. The family came in and I mentioned the special and pointed to the table tent that emphasized it. A couple of times through out the meal, I reminded them to make room for the banana split…

The IHOP and swindling couple stories reminded me of this sore from my past:

I worked at an Applebee's my freshman year of college; it was the worst place I've ever served, by a landslide. One night, I had a middle-aged couple in my section who ordered an entree and a drink each. They weren't over-friendly, but they…

I felt like that last one was going to end with "And then she said 'Congratulations, this is a social experiment on how much abuse servers will put up with and you won! Here's a million dollars!'"

The first story reminds me of my father-in-law. When he visits he insists on taking us out to eat. He isn't horribly abusive to the staff, but he tends to be rude then leaves a 5% tip, max. My husband and I have an understanding that as everyone is getting up to leave, one of us will say we need to run to the restroom…

I've been the family member from the first story. My mil (whom we have cut out of our lives) is so completely embarassing to go out to eat with. I do hope our secret 40% tips made up for some of the horrendous behavior she would unload onto servers. And if you do serve and get these people and their families seem…

Question: Who is friends with these people? Or, more importantly - who actually gets married to people like this?

God as my witness, if I ever win the lottery I will take a job at a restaurant just so I can tell these shithead types to fuck off and then quit in a blaze of glory telling these fucksticks to get fucked.

I thought as a lawyer that I see the worst of humanity...other lawyers, criminals, people who make up injuries to score $$$, but then I read stories like this and I realize I don't even see the half of it. Ugh.