I Fucking Hate People

So I may have blogged or said this before but I fucking hate that people think that just because they know someone that they can get free shit. Like a lot of people come to my work and when I bring their meals out to them they'll ask for stuff, that every restaurant charges for, and they'll say, "Just tell Brad (the owner)," or "I'll go ask Brad myself." Just so they don't have to pay, at the most, two dollars for something.

I fucking never go to places that my friends own or work at and expect free shit. If they give it to me, then I'll except it, on certain occassions. Like my friend who works at Mojo's Coffee Shop, which is a small local shop that doesn't thrive or anything, I pay. Or our friends Trey and Lallaya who owns this bar called the Brother's, we don't ever go there and expect free drinks. Once in a while they'll buy us a drink, but we don't go in and expect it.

People are fucking assholes. And I should also mention that are restaurant is sort of like a fast food place where you go up and order, but everything else we do such as serving them and bussing their tables. Then people expect things from us like they do with waiters and waitresses like, "Can you bring me an ashtray?" "They're right there on that table, sir," is my usual response before walking away. We're not your waiters, and maybe if you tipped us like one we'd be a little more accomodating to you.

And we do have a tip jar at the counter with this butterfly made out of two dollar bills hanging directly above it, pretty much in it, that's hanging on this cowbell we have on to ring when people tip. And people do grab it and comment on it and walk away. Or even when the jar's empty they'll ask what the jar's for and we'll say, "it's for tips." And then they'll walk away. Seriously. Or even when they pay by credit card, they'll sign it, fill in the amount, while first hesitating to fill in the tip, and then they'll put a slash or a zero through it and hand it to us.

One last thing that's been bugging me for a while is that we also don't bring out silverware or napkins or other condiments. We have this huge silver table in the open walkway between the smoking and non-smoking rooms. The only thing that's missing to notice it is a huge fucking noise-making neon sign with a mariachi band playing a song about not forgetting your napkins and silverware.

So we bring orders out to them and they'll ask, "Can I get some silverware?" And sometimes they'll be sitting right behind it, or in the non-smoking room meaning that they had to have walked by this huge table, or they'll have napkins all ready, which means that they've been to the table. And I tell them where it is.

I've been to a million restaurants and bars and food serving establishments in my lifetime and I know that if they don't bring you stuff like that, it's obviously on a table or a counter somewhere. Either that or the server was that stupid that they forgot to bring silverware and napkins assumming that you'd eat with your hands and wipe it off on your clothes.

Must kill the human race....