People who go out to resturants just to make their servers life hell. I can see where it can be a control thing, but for the most part it makes me sad that these people are so pathetic that they literally kick a man while their down. I mean being a bastard to your server is just cruel especially when they are nice and can't really retaliate then. Im fortunate in the fact that I can retaliate wth wit and then removal of alcoholic beverages from their table. I've done it before and I will do it again. I have only had one table make me so angry that I couldn't think straight or even wait on them anymore. This table will surely die a thousands deaths in the depths of their hell. People feel that they don't owe me anything, well technically you don't but if don't tip then there is really no motivation for me to take care of you.

I had the opportunity to finally do what I've wanted to do for a long time yesterday. I recognized a poor tipper and gave him the kind of service he tipped for the last time he had been in. The tip was $1 on $19, so I was slow to greet him and slow to get his drink, weirdly enough the kitchen even lost his ticket. Honest, I had nothing to do with that one, it was a total fluke of nature. Meanwhile he watched as I gave a couple of my regulars stellar service, even better than he got last time. As I drop the tip he asks me if I have time for a question. To which I say sure. He asks, why was the service so bad this time?” I replied with, “Well I've gotten tired of working hard for nothing tips like the one I recieved last time. I only make $2.13 an hour and I will focus on those tables who are more likely to give me great tips. ” He pondered this for a moment, the asked, “Why did you take care of those women better than me? Is it because they have tits?” I stepped back appalled by his crassness when one of my girls looks him straight in the eye and says, “It's because we tip him well and just enjoy him waiting on us. Not that a small dicked bastard like you would know.” Her friend joined her glare for a moment before they went back to their meal. He stputtered for a moment then signed his credit card slip and ran out of there like a demon was following him. I had to laugh the whole time he was leaving. I went to my table and gave them a hug then got their appetizer comped. The next time they come in for drinks after work their first round is on me. Tip well and make me laugh I will be your best friend. Don't tip or give me grief? You'll be one thirsty and angry mofo as I skip over you, numerous times.

I am a silent avenger of those servers who are not in a position to retaliate to a schmuck who thinks they are “always right”. You are until I prove you wrong. Muha! In another post I will tell you about the guy who got a pitcher of water dumped over his head by me. Right now though a baby needs to be fed.