Current mood:

annoyed

Yesterday...
This is a story of a bad mother:

She comes in with her kid orders a couple of food items, and "2 waters".. so I hand her two cups. A minute later, I see her son's cup filled with LEMONADE (I didn't get a look at hers, but it was probably not-water, too). So she's teaching him it's okay to cheat people.

Also, when they needed to use the restroom... they BOTH went in the lady's room. I don't know about you, but I feel WEIRD when someone of the opposite gender is in my rest room who isn't there to clean it. So she's teaching him that boys can go in the lady's room and there's no problem.

When they left, they left a huge mess, didn't bus their trays, and were rude to me on the way out. So she's teaching him that it's fine to leave a mess - after all, the nice helpful food-service persons simply MUST be in fast-food because they screwed up their lives! 9_9 (She didn't actually say that, but that's the impression she gave off.)


These old guys need to recognize priorities:

Yesterday I was quite the busy cashier. I couldn't find much time to get around the dining room and clean up stuff. But there are priorities:
-Any big spills (if there are any) need to get taken care of before all other messes.
-Overflowing trash is next.
-Cleaning up tables is next.
-Cleaning up non-table things (like the drink area) is next.
-The floor is next.
-Restocking ties with the floor, depending on how bad they need to be done.

So, after I took the orders of these two old guys (who again demanded their SENIOR drinks!), one took his SENIOR drink to the drink area and interupted my current transaction (with the other old guy) and said, "You need to come over here and clean this up, little lady." Note that I have not been called "little lady" since I was a baby. Specifically, a week-old baby. Screw you, old guy.

I explained that, "I will when I get the time." Insert three or four customers walking in together.

Finally, when I took care of the customers... I took out the trash. And cleaned some tables. And skipped to restocking the sauces for a minute before cleaning up the drink area (this is when they were out the door, and glaring at me). ^_^ If they were so bloody impatient, they could take care of the mess themselves.

More stories will come in another post.

EDIT: You can all DROP IT about the restroom thing, or at least take the time to read the other comments about it. The restaurant was empty, we regularly check the restrooms, and the kid just went with his mom who needed to go (he may have himself, I have no idea). If you guys are all so bloody paranoid about a *gasp!* kindergartener being able to get some beginnings of independence like going potty by himself, or at least being in the lobby while his mom went (where we would have happily watched him)... then you guys make me very sad. I'm not responding to any other comments about the restroom thing. Don't like it? Tough. Do something else with your day.