This story makes me sad. As usual, I wasn't there, but of course I side with the waitress. I imagine that the customer was some tired old hag who was siting in the smoking section and had been nursing her black coffee since she got off her cashier shift at the Piggly Wiggly down the street. (Okay, just so you know, I totally made up that there was a Piggly Wiggly down the street but a quick Google map search shows that there really is one! Ah, the south.)
The customer probably ordered the chocolate chip pancakes with toffee syrup and whipped cream and soon started screaming that she was starving and it was taking forever to get her food. The waitress looked at the computer and saw it had only been eight minutes and when she told the customer it hadn't really been "forever," the customer got all whiny and bitchy and called the waitress a name insulting her position as head waitress of the overnight shift at Waffle House. You know, because in the world of Beaufort, South Carolina a cashier at Piggly Wiggly is way above a waitress at Waffle House but still far below the position of stock manager at the Walmart Super Center which is also right down the street in the opposite direction of Piggly Wiggly. (Seriously, I Googled that too.) Our waitress, who may or may not have been buzzed on A&W Root Beer, sub-par bacon and marijuana, couldn't take it anymore and popped that bitch in the head with one of those metal coffee pots and said, "Bitch your fucking pancakes will be ready when they're ready, now shut the fuck up." Again, I was not there, so don't quote me. (And if you are reading this and you are either the waitress or the customer, how you doin?)
The whole story leaves us with a lot of questions:
- Why did the cops feel the need to search the waitress' apron?
- Did they have a search warrant or were they just looking for a pen to take notes with?
- Did the waitress get to keep her job?
- Did the customer ever get her chocolate chip pancakes?
- Who did the paper work and covered the floor after they carted the waitress' ass away? Surely there wasn't more than one waitress on the floor at the Waffle House at 3:20 AM.
- Have you entered the Bitchy Waiter Shoe Giveaway yet?
- Did the waitress learn that if she's gonna hit some bitch in the head with a coffee pot and go to jail for it, that she should at least do it hard enough to require medical attention?
- Have either of them tasted the Steak Quesadilla Towers at the Applebee's across the street? (Seriously, there is an Applebee's across the street. Beaufort sounds like a little piece of heaven.)
- Is marijuana really enough?
- Can the waitress please email me and tell me what it feels like to actually follow through on that "I wanna punch this bitch in the face" feeling?
Best wishes, Waffle House waitress. We servers are on your side.
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16 comments:
Omigosh. I've been to Beauford! That'll be the talk of the town for months!!
Another great post. You are so damned funny.
I side with the waitress, too. I'm a closet Waffle House fan and my experience tells that each of these servers must have a very high threshhold for bullshit. They've seen every kind of sad-assed customer that crawls up to their yellow counter looking for something smothered and covered.
So, when a waitress hauls off and hits one of them, it must be because she had it coming!
Please oh please if you hear from the waitress - please post it for all of us what it feels like to bitch slap a customer! Please!
If she was still wearing her apron when she was arrested, they'd have patted her down with it on, thus finding the brilliantly hidden marijuana. No warrant necessary.
This lady is my new hero. Oh how I am dreamed of doing this before. If I was the owner of that Waffle House she would have the red carpet rolled out for her soon as she made bail.
I worked at a Denny's overnight for several years. This girl is my hero!! :)
Did you know that Beaufort rhymes with "you fert"? I lived in nearby Savannah, GA for a year a year ago and just thought I'd mention it. I totally can envision that scenario and am reminded that I am so glad I no longer reside in the south.
I was thinking this morning about starting my own blog, non-hospitality business related, but you have raised the bar so high with your delightful wit that I feel a little intimidated.
Dear Bitchy,
I was gonna enter your contest & totally win since my pic has my Bitch Proud bracelet in it, but now I want that hard workin Waffle House Hero to win what would have most likely been MY shoes. Please.
Love,
Jodie
Just for the record..Waffle House doesn't have computers...you have to "call out" and "mark" the plates...(I used to slave there) and second...i doubt she waited 25 minutes for food at 3 am...are you KIDDING ME?? People looking for something for free. Go waitress!!!!!!!
Oh you're so silly....they don't have computers at the Waffle House!
Best. Post. Ever.
"9. Is marijuana really enough?"
I almost snorted Chardonnay up my nose! Ha!
This reminds me of a movie with Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer where she was a waitress in a coffee shop in NYC. She and her co-worker band together to get revenge on a customer. One server trips the other server, who has a coffee pot in hand. Hot coffee spills on the customer and hilarity ensues.
My personal weapon of choice, should I ever let dreams turn into reality, would be a pepper grinder. One of the ones at my restaurant is the size and weight of a child's baseball bat. Can you imagine the sound of that cracking against a douche bags skull? I sure can. Batter up!
My guess is either they are related by blood or one of them is dating/living with/married to the other's ex. They have to be well acquainted. Then again, small town living.
I can appreciate why the waitress snapped. I hope she is going to be okay. [Yes, I think I waitressed too long to have any sympathy for the loud mouth customer.]
I would have popped the customer twice.
I have visited Waffle Houses late at night. The male patrons, mostly truckers, are laid-back and flirtatious, but the female patrons are nearly all ill-tempered bitches! Send that Beaufort, SC, waitress a bouquet of honeysuckle and gardenias!
BTW... I have dealt with the general public. They always think that any atrocious behavior on their part is covered by the phrase, "the customer is ALWAYS right!" Whoever coined that dangerous over-quoted phrase needs to face a firing squad-- of sales clerks and waitresses!
you go girl!! the damn coffee pot cost more than your paycheck amounts to. I know I worked there for two weeks and couldnt take it any longer. o/ow (waffle house lingo order over well) well done!!!!!!!!!
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