Saturday Night at the Roadhouse

So tonight was a typical Saturday night at work- good tips, rude tables, servers who only look out for number 1 and somehow always have selective hearing, inconsiderate hostesses (you know the ones you have to tip out at the end of the night because they're rude to your guests, triple seat you, give you an incomplete party, seat your closed section, and totally disregard everything you say to them....), and then the managers who let you know that you pretty much killed their whole perfect world because they actually have to do their job like talk to a table because the kitchen didn't cook the steak right the first time. Ha ha I'm sure this isn't anything new to those of you who have had to walk this line before.

Anyways I can't decide what my favorite part of tonight was.... I liked the little host who is ALWAYS in the way and every time you say excuse me she just looks at you like a dumb deer staring straight at the on-coming headlights. (Well I guess I can't blame her, I mean they do have the unwritten code of disregarding everything that is said to them.)  I kind of liked that one server, you know the one who has been there forever and work is their whole life and entire world so they always make a point to  get all bent out of shape if you so much as do one thing less then perfect (severs like this beware: Irrational-bent-out-of-shape outbreaks might cause ulcer).  One that's always at the top of my list is the newly promoted manager, you know the one that runs a power trip just because they can (can't really blame that either....i mean after all they are no longer lowlife servers...they're a MANAGER.) Anyways there are always good times like these that can be elaborated on but why bore you with the typical incidents...its the not-so-typical that are entertaining.

How about the intoxicated military guy who grabs your arm and tries to kiss you. Or there's the dirty man who puts 6 one-hundred dollar bills on the table to bribe you, the lowlife server to please an old man. (I mean cause after all if you're a server, you must be down there with the strippers....)  Then again there is always the weird old cowboy who sits in your section just so he can stare at you and make a pass (i mean oh yeah....every server would just jump at the opportunity to get with an old dirty cowboy...)  Maybe the best one yet is the guy who tips you cause you're good at line-dancing, but his idea of a tip is a slap on the ass.  Needless to say didn't have anything to interesting tonight, just the occasional fat-ass who can't put down the fork, you know the one who asks for 5 refills of coke and then expects you to keep bringing the bread when they run out...like every 2 minutes.

Ha ha good times.  And you wonder why there are places like this???..Corporate America has made it good by capitalizing on lowlife servers to aid the fat-ass cause...but who can really complain? They profit off the guests getting fat, and we get tipped for it!