A Tale of Two Families Pt. 2
To continue the last post the next morning I come in to work and the following events completely superseded those of the nice family from the day before.
To set the scene, the time was about ten minutes before we opened.
A couple of my buddies and I were standing around shooting the usual water cooler gossip. The front door was unlocked and out of the corner of my eye I was a group come in.
It was stroller people.
This thing was massive, I'm surprised it didn't have 15" wheels on it.
"I just know that's my table," I said.
One of my friends nodded in agreement, "Yup," he said with a smile.
"Better you than me buddy," my other friend said.
I snort and headed off to get a water pitcher, I can't stand it when groups come in before opening time.
I returned to fill their waters and I noticed when they had settled in they had forgotten something.
They had left the stroller smack in the center of the aisle.
I haven't even spoken with them yet and they already had two strikes.
"Excuse me, we can't have this in the aisle," I said.
They looked surprised that it was an inconvenience.
"I'll just move it over here," I said as I pushed it in beside their table.
It was like moving a refrigerator, I swear!
I started over to fill up their water glasses when the mother interrupts me.
"Excuse me, but there's salt in the glasses, her hands just moved to fast for us and she spilt some." The lady said, pointing at their daughter.
I then notice their little princess.
She was sitting there smiling.
While dumping the contents of a pepper shaker all over the table.
More like her hand moved too fast for your parenting skills, which apparently do not exist.
"I hope you don't mind a mess," the mother added.
No I don't mind at all, I'm the one that has to clean it up.
I take their glasses off the table and fill up some clean ones in the back with their beverages.
I was sure to include a plastic cup and lid for the little darling's MOUNTAIN DEW!!!
More sugar is just what is needed, along with a side dish of caffeine.
Back at the table I see our friend throwing those little goldfish snacks pretty much everywhere but her mouth.
Her father just shrugs.
So do I, I haven't even taken an order yet and this is a lost cause.
If I get busy this is surely going to be my sacrifice table.
I take their order, for her highness a sided of penne with butter.
In the meantime I get slammed, the doors open and the lunch crowd is unusually vicious. I'm flying around my section and I see the family's food is being run.
The food runner comes over and cues me in that my table needs me.
"Folks what can I do for you?" I asked.
The father, and I use the term loosely points at the table.
Seems daddy's girl had pried the lid off her drink and dumped it all over herself and the table.
She just sat there throwing ice around.
I grabbed a towel and drop it on the table.
I don't need this shit right now dammit, they can clean up after themselves.
I wonder if all this is allowed at their home.
A bit later the little girl is screaming, the rest of my customers look visibly annoyed.
I am too.
One of my buddies comes over.
"You owe me man." He said.
"What happened?" I asked.
"The kid just threw up all over her mom and the table, I helped clean it up."
I went over to see if the mess was cleared.
There was a nice collection of salt, pepper, goldfish, spilt soda and vomit still remaining, the side of the woman's shirt was just trashed.
"Is everything going to be alright?" I asked.
"Why didn't you bring us our bread?" The lady said as she squinted her eyes.
"We don't offer bread at lunch unless..."
"You gave them bread!" She points at a table of six business people.
Yup, and they'll give me a tip, I think to myself.
"Unless upon request." I finished my sentence.
"Well last time they brought it." She retorted.
No they didn't, once again I think to myself.
Neutrally I said, "I'll be right back with some for you folks."
They became the sacrifice table, I cut them loose.
There's different criteria for this distinction, but they filled several.
I try to provide equal service as much as I can, but if your kid is a shit and you don't care you'll be the first on the sacrifice dossier.