A whole new reason for drawing straws.

If you scroll down quite a bit you'll notice I have a blog with a bunch of ideas for what I'm going to be writing about. Well, this is one of those blogs...

There is this table, this horrible horrible table, that comes in when it is, a big factory around here's, payday. I've figured this out because they come in about every other Friday or Saturday, and my boyfriends sister has a desk job at said factory so I confirmed with her, that it is in fact payday. Well, enough about when these people get paid... That's not what I'm ranting about. What I am ranting about is how when you're their server, NOTHING you do is correct, and nothing you do will ever be correct with this family. ...yes, it's one of those.

Honestly I believe that these people were/are into some sort of hard drug, because if you look at their kid, she has a speech impediment, and her eyes are all sorts of crooked and funny. But that could have just been bad luck. Another reason that leads me to believe they're on something, is the fact that neither of them have teeth and the wife is terrifyingly skinny. Their faces are tarnished beyond their years, and the wife always has HUGE bags under her eyes.

Enough of setting up a picture of these people. I'll talk about my first experience with them.

I had only been working at the restaurant for about a month, so I was fairly new, but still had a pretty good grasp on what I was doing. I had a table that had just came in so I went over to greet them. I took their drink order as per usual, but when I did this... Even before I went to make the drinks, they were already made wrong. How is this possible you ask? Well here we go, a conversation just for you...

Me: Hi guys! Welcome to (insert name of establishment here), how are you guys doing tonight?
Stupid drugged out annoying guy (Here on known as SDOAG lol): We're fine.
Me: Thats great! :) Can I start you off with something to drink? Maybe a lemonaid or a Pepsi product?
SDOAG: I want a Diet Roy Rogers. She'll (pointing to wife) have one of them strawberry lemonaides, but it has to be the kind with the seeds in it, and it's never strong enough so we'll send it back if there isn't enough strawberry in it.
Me: Um, alright. I'll make sure to get that done right for you. And for you hun? (talking to their daughter.)
Stupid daughter raised by stupid parents (Here on known as SDRBSP): I'll have chocolate milk, and and and for dessert I want a hot fudge sundae, and and I want a strawberry coco smothie with no pineapple or coconut (BTW, that leaves you with Strawberry Bannana.). And I want the BIGGEST strawberry on the side, not the little one.
Me: Alright, I'll get this right out for you and then be back for your food order.
....I go into the back slightly horrified, not wanting to go back out there, because I don't want to deal with that table anymore, but I'm determined to give her a strawberry lemonaid that she likes, because they think I can't do anything right.

So, I go back out there, I'm going to spare you more of the conversation in fear that your IQ may drop. But I will tell you what else happens.

I bring out the drink order, and everything is done correctly, so they have nothing to complain about, so I ask if they've decieded what they'd like to order? And they all agree that they know what they'd like. So, the man, of course, does all of the ordering for the two women that are unable to speak for themselves, especially in *gasp* public. So, they order, and they're ordering off the Weight Watchers (Now known as WW) menu, which amuses me, but it's fine, anyone can, and a lot of the food on there is really good anyway. But whats even more amusing about it is the way they wanted it prepared. Now, with its being WW and all, it's prepared a specific way, so you can count your calorie intake. Well, they wanted to make sure the broccoli and potatoes that come with their meal were prepared with butter so they taste better. I tried not to laugh at this, since it is WW and all and that kind of takes away the nutritional value.

Anyway, so I take the order, and then bring the food out once it's ready. The wife is in the bathroom, and SDOAG looks at her chicken (that is cooked correctly, he's just a moron), and says "She's not going to want that stuff on it." well, he never told me that, and the manager was standing with in ear shot listening to everything they ordered, because hes had plenty of experience with that family. The manager jumped in right away as soon as he said it and said that thats the way it comes, its a garlic herb sauce that comes on the garlic herb chicken, and the man told us to make her a new one, and that he'd eat her chicken. So to save the establishment from a scene the manager did as asked and got a plain chicken breast made for her.

...I was stiffed on that table, but I expected it from the low life white trash that they are.


The next time they came in, I was lucky enough to have that section so I got stuck with them. But this time I felt that I could better deal, and that I did. I actually ended up getting a tip from them that time, and I felt very accomplished.

A few days ago, the family came in, and the manager called all of the servers to the back to draw straws, and I told them I wasn't drawing straws because I had already had them the last two times they came in, so I was excused from the drawing of the straws.