I have moved From now on, all new posts will be at The Bitchy Waiter at the new address. Please change your bookmarks and please also get me a vodka gimlet.
"Weren't you a kid once? Did you not need help wiping your ass when you were young? How quickly one forgets that youth is a right of passage that everyone has to go through. It could be argued that, it's not the kids that are behaving badly, but it is you who is so jaded and misguided regarding children. Unless you were hatched from an egg or were born an adult, everything you are complaining about was once done by you. Try treating children and their parents with decency and respect and you might find that kids aren't really that bad. Do unto others as you would have done unto you..."
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. This is BW calling from the Brooklyn Marriott about your 1:00 brunch reservation. It's 1:15 now and I just wanted you to let you know that your table is ready and I am waiting for you. I hope you're on your way and that everything is alright. If you've decided to not come, a phone call would have been nice."
If you were a GOOD waiter you could help them make a decision.... God forbid someone earn their tip. I'm so sick of rude servers. When you're a server you need to remember even if a customer is getting on your nerves, they're paying you! jeez!!
I get your frustration, but as a patron, it's frustrating to see pages and pictures like this online. So yeah, I get a little annoyed to see that I'm paying people to go home and mock me on Facebook.
"Oh, what is his name again, I know I know it. He looks like Gene Wilder but I know his name isn't Gene. Is it Willy Wonka? No, that's not right. Maybe it's Dr. Frankenstein... Gosh, I dunno. I got it!"
"Dionne Warwick, it's nice to see you! How have you been, Diana Ross? Well listen, Angela Basset, the next time you come in you make sure to sit in my station, okay, Oprah?"