tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post6330343561759974830..comments2024-03-18T23:17:05.461-04:00Comments on the bitchy waiter: Party of 25The Bitchy Waiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04416218015992830876noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-12387012788426566072013-04-03T16:57:02.987-04:002013-04-03T16:57:02.987-04:00I agree that this guy is most likely just a whiny ...I agree that this guy is most likely just a whiny little bitch but to be fair I have had a similar experience and was pretty ticked about it myself. We were seated next to a large group like that, it was obviously a small company who decided a packed restaurant was a good place for their holiday party. They were not just loud but were standing around, switching seats(and bumping into our table while doing so) and announcing awards and gift exchanges, complete with applause. I don't fault the restaurant for the fact that it was inconsiderate for the company to treat the area as their own private room(instead of spending the money to rent out a space) but it would have been nice if the manager did ask them to keep it down. We were a large party ourselves so we didn't have really have the option of moving to another table.Katie Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14348455274597343229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-49818878661972623332012-09-04T08:39:58.823-04:002012-09-04T08:39:58.823-04:00I truly believe that the moment many people enter ...I truly believe that the moment many people enter a restaurant, their IQ drops with a noticeable thud to the floor. They ask stupid questions about items clearly explained on the menu, demand quiet tables at 7:30 on Saturday night. But my favorite is when asked if they'd like to sit on our patio, they want to check the weather first, because it might be a different climate on the other side or the building.Reconnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-79947492478430071752010-03-05T08:36:45.323-05:002010-03-05T08:36:45.323-05:00This reminds me of the endless couples who want a ...This reminds me of the endless couples who want a quite private table on Valentines Day and call day prior.No Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04763549939129755129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-74329643737804379582010-03-05T08:00:16.979-05:002010-03-05T08:00:16.979-05:00last night had a party of 8 at 9:45....we close at...last night had a party of 8 at 9:45....we close at 10:00....loud golfing guys....a party of 2 had been sat also about 5 minutes before.....party of 2 checks was $99.75, paid with $100 bill and left me the 25 cents...said they were pissed about the loud guys..i joked with the loud guys about it and they left me $125 on $300.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-15650950092503790962010-03-04T22:55:31.762-05:002010-03-04T22:55:31.762-05:00Oh no! Women are out in public, acting happy! WHAT...Oh no! Women are out in public, acting happy! WHAT WILL THEY THINK OF NEXT?Laurahttp://www.fromchaoscomescreation.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-5572211094893759462010-03-04T17:53:22.015-05:002010-03-04T17:53:22.015-05:00I disagree with your assessment, having had this h...I disagree with your assessment, having had this happen to me a couple times. While one might think that a group of 20 should be 10 times as loud as 2, it doesn't seem to work that way. Large groups - I've been part of them and am just as guilty - tend to be in their own world and a bit oblivious about others around them. It can be hard to carry on a conversation when you are next to them. While one can say that is just bad luck, I think it is unfair to be so dismissive of them and suggest their concerns are unreasonable. Obviously, how one handles the problem is important. If i go to a restaurant and we are going to be seated next to a large group, I ask to be reseated or leave if that is not an option. If it happened after we were there for a while, then one has to live with it.psyentisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12765342220624368252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-5294022646751664232010-03-04T15:37:49.996-05:002010-03-04T15:37:49.996-05:00God I hate his type... just like the person who in...God I hate his type... just like the person who inevitably complains on any given busy Friday or Saturday night in the bar to turn down the music. Yeah, I'll get right on that... next thing I know all my heavily tipping drunks will think they're in a freaking funeral home. It's a bar, kindly shove it or get out.Miss Gnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-34185704291205324062010-03-04T15:09:30.218-05:002010-03-04T15:09:30.218-05:00You just KNOW he hemmed and hawed about ordering u...You just KNOW he hemmed and hawed about ordering until they ordered first so that he could complain about how long his food took. Oh, we all know this guy.Dirty Disherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04661103995508742334noreply@blogger.com