Waitress

I have type 1 diabetes, diagnosed Sept 2008 at 13.

I avoid eating takeaway/eating in restaurants as I usually weigh out my food and know my portion sizing.

My partner convinced me to go to a decent pub that recently opened up much to my reluctance.

When we sat outside we asked the waitress if it’s possible for her to tell us the amount of carbs in the meal, some places tell me but most don’t so I didn’t expect her to know- she joked that I’m too skinny to carb count, I usually explain that I’m diabetic but didn’t this time because I personally didn’t think it was her business.

I moved on quick as I said I didn’t expect her to know.

I asked for a Diet Coke, emphasised I can not drink regular (I could, if I took insulin specifically for it)

As normal when the drink came out I tested it and it came back as HI (which means it’s too high to detect on my monitor)

My partner wanted us to just eat and leave because it may have been a mistake as it’s a stressful time for them and becaus

I (20M) went for dinner with my family (parents in their 50s) right before the lockdown. Anyway, there was a fairly attractive waitress (looked to be in her 20s) serving us.

Afterwards, she left her phone number for me with a smiley face saying she found me cute.

For several reasons, I was quite irritated by this. First and foremost, my parents teased me about this which made me feel uncomfortable.

Secondly, it seems very unprofessional and personal. I am a customer, and she is the server. She doesn't know me, and this was a very forward thing to do.

I'd ideally just like to have had my food without any issues.

So after finishing i asked to speak to the manager and filed a complaint. I checked on facebook for the page of the restaurant and I saw someone leave a bad review for the place.. lo and behold it was her. She got fired.

My sister said I was an AH for doing this but I think I was well within my rights. AITA?

I was about 12 year old when I made this faux pas. I was living in France, but my French wasn't that good yet, and I would still forget words.

I joined my sister in a cafe. She had already ordered food, and I wanted some of hers, rather than order my own. I grab the attention of the waitress to ask for a fork so that I can have a bit of her food.

At this point, I'd forgotten both the words "fourchette" for fork, and "morceaux" for piece/bit. So, I did what many foreigners do, and said these words in English, but with a French accent.

Not only does "fork" in a French accent sound rude on its own, but as I'm gesturing with my hand to my open mouth, I say it's because I want a "bit".

The look on the waitress was a cocktail of wtf expressions, before my sister speaks to her, and she laughs. She then explains to me that a "bite" is French slang for a dick. I'd basically been gesturing open mouth with my hand going back and forth saying "can I have a fuck? I just want a dick"

If ever th

The movies were unfair to the Weasleys as a whole.

I work at a rest-stop diner in a town people pass through as quick as they can on their way to something, or someone, better. It’s called Lucky’s, which is a little ironic because if you’ve ended up here you’re anything but. If you stay too long the dust settles. Working at Lucky’s you never see the same licence plates twice, or faces for that matter. I’ve lost count of the amount of times the answer to my “Where you heading?” has been “Anywhere but back.” The lights flicker more often than not, and the jukebox sometimes spits out songs that aren't on the index cards, but the coffee’s hot, and most people who try them say the pancakes are the best they’ll ever have, and I’m inclined to agree.

The embroidered name tag on my uniform reads Isabella, but that ain’t even close to my real name. It was my mom's. Lucky’s has been here a long time. I wear it because I like hearing her name said by other people. It’s like she’s still here, still coming up in conversation. Like she might walk t

I'm the manager at my restaurant. Also, on mobile, I'm a rambler, this story isn't even that interesting, blah blah

Since reopening, I've been working 50-60 hour weeks managing the service bar, timing all orders (knowing exactly how long any table's food will take and making sure all the delivery app and takeout orders are spaced out with enough time to prioritize in-house orders while trying to maintain not-obscenely-long wait times... jfc), running food, helping take tables, enforcing social distancing rules and other state regulations along with our own policies, making sure everyone does their fair share of cleaning, etc etc

It's a surprisingly slammed Monday night. We have a two top out on our covered deck in the back. Just me and one server, and she's taking care of the entire deck, turning over tables as fast as she can. Two top's food comes out and I run it out to them. I notice the man has moved his chair so he and his wife are sitting next to each other around the corner of

Like honestly what was the point of that? Pure cringe, awkward and just wasn't needed, especially when only a few minutes later we see him staring at Ginny before he goes into the house through the window. He's flirting with a waitress in the most uncomfortable and rage inducing way possible , smelling his breath and gum, the whole nine yards but even for viewers who haven't read the books, shortly later at the house it's obvious his thoughts are on someone else. The whole fucking scene was out of character and just unnecessary, not just for the plot but for the sake of cringe. They could have scrapped that scene and given a scene with the Dursleys or extended the scene with Slughorn and Dumbledore. A better scene to introduce Harry could have shown something with him lamenting Sirius.

JUST A WASTE OF TIME.

This happened ~6 months ago, but we were debating it earlier today. My fiancé is helping me write this, to figure out who (if anyone is) in the wrong. We’ll except it, just want to get a different perspective

My fiancé had a troubled childhood, and he has severe PTSD. This causes him to have flashbacks sometimes if something triggers him. They’re not always that bad, but occasionally he has one where he kinda shakes a bit and moves a lot. He is receiving help for it btw.

So we went to a restaurant, and after a while my fiancé had one of those bad flashbacks. He doesn’t like being touched when he has them, so I was just kind of whispering encouragement (I guess? Hard to explain lol) Across the table to him. I knew he would be alright but he just wasn’t there right then.

The waitress comes over to take our food orders, and sees him in the middle of what I’ll admit kind of looks like a seizure. I’ve never seen someone have a seizure before, but if I saw my fiancé like this and didn’

I waitress on the upper west side in NYC and as soon as my work told us they were looking to bring some staff back on June 21st, I was the first to volunteer. My husband, who works in the theater industry, hasn't worked since early March and we were slowly going insane stuck inside our 1 bedroom apartment. We like to stay busy and we like to work for our money.

I just feel like a lot of these doomers telling people to not resume life don't understand so much about other people. Firstly, they believe we are risking our lives to serve them a cheeseburger. May I reiterate that I volunteered to come back? No one made me, nor did my unemployment expire. I also have family money and I am doing just fine lol. Everyone at my restaurant volunteered to come back. Secondly, we are all low risk at my work. We are all under the age of 65, and we are healthy and get plenty of exercise every day while we work.

Ryan Sutton says it's morally indefensible to want to be served during this time. For tho

About a week ago I went to a restaurant with my friend and his sister. His sister’s friend works there so we get a discount on the food. Our waitress (the friend) takes our order and my friend makes a joke about one of the other waitresses being attractive, and our waitress tells us that she’s a 24 year old herion addict with three kids giving massages with “happy endings” along with her waiting tables. After I went home I got wasted and cried for three hours. I have cried every night since. I hope she’s ok. I hope her kids are ok. Life is so fucked.

edit: blah blah blah support local businesses and blah blah customers have been tipping better than usual probably out of guilt but also, like many commenters have said, it's really just better to order take-out than to eat inside a restaurant. new procedures reduce the risk of infection a lot, but even people who want to abide by the rules can't do so perfectly all the time. i say this even though it would mean that i don't get paid as much.

i'm a server at a restaurant where part of our menu is almost necessarily dine-in (because of the manner of preparation and consumption).

we opened back up for dine-in recently. i've worked two shifts and i have more coming.

i'll start by saying that most people are doing ok. most people show up wearing masks. we're handing out masks at the door for those who don't have any. the rule is that if you're sitting at the table, you don't have to wear a mask, but it has to go back on if you get up out of your seat.

my job is harder because we ha

When I visit my grandfather, we normally go to a diner where he’s been going every week for over 40 years. My grandfather is Mr. Popular in his town, so if you say his name, everyone will know who you're talking about. Anyway, one of the times I was visiting my grandfather (G) with my mom (M) and my brother (B), we went to the diner, as usual.

In the middle of having lunch with G, M and B, we were talking about family history, which is something that intrigues all of us. My family comes from Europe and Russia and I’m told I look very Russian. Anyway, I overheard an entitled Karen (who was a first-timer in the diner) hating on a Hispanic waitress just because she couldn't speak fluent English. Karen was being very racist and telling the waitress to speak English or get the 'heck' (but she didn't say heck) out of America. The waitress looked like she was about to cry and spoke Spanglish, apologizing that her English wasn't great and was new to the area and to this waitressing job.

This happened a few years ago but I got into a little argument with my SO last night because of it so I'm truly curious if I was in the wrong here. At the time I think that I(f) was 25 or 26, and my SO (m) was 29 or 30.

At the time we lived in a tourist town. It was off season, meaning that there weren't a lot of people around, and so we decide to go to a restaurant that I like on the condition that I pay. There weren't a lot of people being seated that night, I think there were only two other tables and right from the bat things were off. The waitress was very chatty and giggle-ie with my SO but very cold towards me. When she left to give us time to look over the menu I asked if he knew her or something, since it was such a small community, but he said no. When she came back I ordered a margarita and he ordered a Jack and Coke. She promptly came back with the jack and coke and said she would be right back with the margarita. Dinner comes but no margarita. I reminded her about the

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So I just got this job at a country club pool as a lifeguard. The pay is terrible, the people are terrible, the food is decent. The layout of this place is weird, due to covid. You come in by the guard office, my office, and you have to leave by the poolside grill. No exceptions. So the poolside grill has its own servers and tables, to keep glass away from the pool. Not that anyone ever listens to that rule. The servers wear pink collared tops and black shorts or skirts (I said country club, not classy country club). I wear a big white shirt that says GUARD on the front and back, a hat, a whistle, and sunglasses.

So one lovely, 90 degree afternoon I get down off the guard stand and head over to the grill to get myself a refill on water. This lady taps on my shoulder and asks me to get her another drink, I can’t remember what kind so we’ll call it a cosmo. I tell her in my customer service voice that I’m a guard, not a server, and I’m only here for w

So me and my boyfriend went on a trip with his family, and had an extra 2 days to ourselves. We decided to have a little lunch date since the virus had caused most places to shut down completely. We go to a nice restaurant and had a pretty seemingly nice waitress. We ordered our food, and were pretty checked up on, at least my boyfriend was. I first thought the waitress just was being in a little bit of a haste but messed my order up a bit and got my boyfriends order perfect. Refilled his drinks, but left mine. I was absolutely fine with everything because I don’t care too much about having things done right there and then. After we had finished everything the waitress tells my boyfriend that she can ring him up as his cashier. She takes his card and etc, and comes back with the receipt folding along with his card. He opens the receipt up to find a heart on it. I get a little bit annoyed because he seemed like she was interested in him the whole time. I tell him to just leave the tip l

Hello happy people!

This story takes place several years ago in a time filled with pre-pandemic innocence. People were free to eat at restaurants and actually sit in the dining room at the tables! A wild concept, i know, but there ya go.

My Mother and I like to frequent a well known Canadian restaurant chain known for their delicious rotisserie chicken. And sweet potato fries. Do not forget the sweet potato fries! Ohmyfrank they are so good! But I digress.

One night just before Christmas that year, we decided we wanted chicken for supper. So we bundled up in our many layers and headed on over to Miss Chalet. (see what i did there?) The Hostess sat us next to the fireplace, Christmas music was playing softly and we were filled with anticipation of the delicious meal to come. We decided to start with the baked garlic loaf. A drippy, buttery monstrosity that is delivered to the table under a mountain of diced onions and tomatoes. Having placed our orders we sat back and chatted id

Simple as that. I never just leave it on the table I hand it to them so I can get that good feeling of being appreciated and they always say thank you and it just makes me feel good, I like it so much so I just always hand them the tip.

This is more of what my friend did, but I'd have done the same thing if I was her.

I went out to eat with my friends at a buffet restaurant. The price is 30$ per adult. The food was great, but there was a hair in the salad, the chicken wasn't cooked and half of our order never arrived. We didn't mind because it's a buffet, but we did alert the waiter for the chicken and he apologized.

When we received the receipt, my friends card rejected so we had to try again. The waitress took the opportunity to question us on the 5$ tip.

We put 5$ because 15% of 30$ is 4.50$. She asked if we were unhappy with the service. My friend replied no, but then stated all the above when the waitress insisted. The waitress then replied that if we didn't like the service, then next time we should choose a different restaurant.

I took my credit card to pay for my friends bill and she pressed no-tip infront of the waitress. I didn't mind and kinda felt satisfied when I tapped my card. I now feel bad beca

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At least that’s what she told my manager.

I’ve been serving for 5 years now. At this specific restaurant for 4. I take my job seriously especially with all these precautions that stem from COVID.

One of our protocols is that we can’t be visiting the table so often. We check in at the two minute/two bite rule and then are supposed to mostly wait for them to flag us down. For what I know this is a county wide rule.

Two males came in and waited for their (girl)friends to join. I brought them bread and drinks and about 15 minutes later asked if they were still waiting on the two people. They said yes, I brought them more bread and waited for their friends to join. Once they sat I quickly went to greet them and get their drink order. One of the guys there was a soldier (they were 23&22) so I was trying to be extra nice. One of the girls right from the beginning was being rude to me but I shrugged it off as hanger. I got the drinks for them and was sat three tables before their foo

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I’m tired of being a waitress. I don’t make enough money to deal with rude a** customers and condescending coworkers. My manager is an a**hole, and tips are garbage. I’ll work 10 hour shifts and end up getting $4 in tips at the end. I cant live on this, as I only make $2.13/hr. On top of that, at least once on every shift I end up getting yelled at by either my manager or a customer. I already secured a different job and I plan on quitting within the next couple days. It’s really not worth it.

But she said "The men I please are none of your business."

I learned this when I worked as a server/bartender at a neighborhood bar and grill that was next to a hotel. A group of construction workers would come in for lunch and dinner several times during the two weeks they were in town on a job. The foreman was a gregarious and fun guy, and everyone on his crew seemed to like him. The hotel had mini fridges and microwaves in their rooms, and the foreman would frequently buy up sandwich makings and snacks for his guys, And even make and package sandwiches for lunches while they were on the site.

He would tip me very well to save copies of checks throughout my day. Any check without alcohol and not over a certain amount on it and he would pay me $1 per check. It was nothing for me to do it for him, I would just print an extra copy and keep it in my book until he came in to collect them the next time.

He told me he was free to pretty much buy his guys anything he wanted at his discretion and expense it, so he would turn all the checks in at

I'll start off with I live in america so tipping for services is customary.

Tldr: I usually tip at least 20% but I felt like this time I shouldnt because the service made me feel uncomfortable.

Full version: My small town got a new local diner. So my boyfriend(20m) and i(19f) decided to give it a shot. They've been open for about 2 months and I've heard mixed reviews about it. The menu book was about 6 pages long so it took me a while to figure out where everything was. I ordered a Dr. Pepper, and boyfriend ordered pepsi. The waitress brought me water on accident so I awkwardly asked for my soda instead. No big deal she could have just forgotten what I asked for because she had 3 other tables. The next issue I had was I ordered pancakes, scrambled eggs, and 2 biscuits. I was brought pancakes, appleslices, and a salad. My boyfriends order was correct. I awkwardly asked the waitress to fix my order and responded with, "are you SURE that's what you want?" I said "no, nevemind." Then n

Does anyone know? I'm sat bawling my eyes out thanks to that stupid song. You know the one I mean.

Hi there.. the service industry has taken a hit and I know a lot of local places are struggling but I thought I’d reach out to this community for advice. Looking for a bartending/waitress gig, preferably somewhere with a solid customer base (who like to tip well, obviously). My older brothers own a bar/restaurant in Northern Indiana so I know my way around a restaurant and am genuinely not an idiot and love to work :) I am trying to make some extra cash to help with my student loans. Weeknight/weekend shifts would work best. Bars, brewery’s, high end restaurants, open to mostly anything. Looking for any direction that you could point me in... thanks in advance!

A decade or so ago ... Date night at a chain restaurant and our young waitress is killing it, sweet and friendly and very efficient. And suddenly something happens and she is visibly shaken and afraid and crying.

My wonderful wife goes all Momma bear. Sits her down. Finds out what’s wrong. And it turns out that this 16 year old girl is being stalked by a pedophile. Who is in the restaurant at the bar. Leering are her.

And my wife knows this jerk ... he is a firefighter who comes to her nursing home on calls on occasion.... thinks he is Elvis (greased hair, long leather coat, etc). So my wife flags down the manager. Who calls the police. Who escorts Elvis from the building.

And the manager drives the girl home after my wife gives her a hug and tells her to talk to her parents and get a restraining order.

Elvis is fired a few weeks later and apparently moves to Thailand. I hope he is in jail there...

So, my mom and I were travelling to celebrate my 15th birthday (the next day). She always treated me to a nice steak for my birthday, so we stopped at a good looking place in Massachusetts for dinner.

I order a rare steak and she orders her meal. My "rare" steak come back charred to fuck and the following exchange ensues.

Me: Uh, THIS is rare?

Waitress: Oh, we can only serve steaks well done to children under the age of 12 (Massachussets law apparently).

Me: Then why didn't you tell me instead of serving... THIS?! I would have ordered something else!

The worst part of all? I get migraines, and one of the main triggers is hunger. I could tell I was on the verge of a severe migraine at this point and could not wait for a new meal or I would begin vomiting and be unable to eat at all. I had to eat that awful burnt steak.

All because the waitress didn't ask first. The only upside is that they didn't charge us for the meal.

Keeping in mind that RCG confirmed it's not nikki potnik...

Personally, for me it's Mary Elizabeth, for three reasons:

1. It's like Charlie
2. In "Charlie and Dee find love", they mention how they can't remember it because it's too long
3. when she's looking for her tape, she looks in the middle rows

I was flying home from a work trip and my flight got delayed, so I landed quite late at around 10:30pm. I was starving and decided to grab a quick bite on my way home. I googled the closing time for one of my favorite places that was on my route from the airport and I saw it was closing at 12. I got there at around 11:15pm.

The only people there were one cook and a waitress, no customers at all. I got a table, and when the waitress came to take my order she was visibly frustrated, but I didn't really pay too much attention to it at first. She was generally quite short while telling me what was left to eat and when she finally brought my order. I hadn't ordered anything hard, just a sandwich with a side of one of their specials of the day that was left over - she brought my order in like 15 minutes tops.

As I was eating, I could see she was getting more and more impatient and shooting me angry looks. I ignored it again, but when I called her to pay (with 10 minutes left on the clock),

So me and my family(3) went to lunch with another family (5). We went to a steakhouse for 2 reasons. 1- we all loved steak, 2- it’s the safest thing for my mom to eat. As she has a severe dairy allergy.

So we all sit and order the steak, my mom asks and we find out they dip their steak in butter before they cook it. (Eww) So my mom asked to have the cooks cook the steak in another pan. The waitress said no problem.

Cut to all of us getting our steaks. Ohh they were perfect. My mom is about to take her first bite when we hear someone scream “NOOO!!!” From across the restaurant. We look and there comes our waitress running at us. She gets to the table and takes my moms plate, out of breath.

She tells us the cook messed up and put the butter less steak on the wrong plate. And she had seen my mom about to eat the steak.

Mom got a new steak and we left the waitress a big tip.

It’s been rare we find a waitress who dont get huffy about helping out with my moms food needs a bit. But