Comments on: So It IS The Parent’s Fault. I’ve Always Wondered. http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/ Sat, 05 Jul 2008 12:08:06 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.1 By: denirogator http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9196 denirogator Fri, 14 Mar 2008 12:50:01 +0000 http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9196 Wow. "I didn't ask for excuses". I would have loved to ask them if they put themselves in your shoes, what response they would give to the same question. One that wasn't "an excuse". Look, your chef is right over there cooking, when you see him finish, that's when your chef will be coming!! If they were having to wait a super long time, I can understand frustration, but take it up with the manager or owner for scheduling things that way, don't give the waiter grief about it like they control it. Wow.

“I didn’t ask for excuses”. I would have loved to ask them if they put themselves in your shoes, what response they would give to the same question. One that wasn’t “an excuse”.

Look, your chef is right over there cooking, when you see him finish, that’s when your chef will be coming!!

If they were having to wait a super long time, I can understand frustration, but take it up with the manager or owner for scheduling things that way, don’t give the waiter grief about it like they control it.

]]> By: JT http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9199 JT Fri, 14 Mar 2008 14:00:26 +0000 http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9199 I work in a bar. We serve food, but there is absolutely nothing about our place that says "Welcome, Kids!" unless you count the booze, smoky haze, and sorority girls in short skirts and non-existant tops. We actually had a family with two <i>very</i> young girls in last night, they couldn't have been older than 5 or 6. One of them kept crying and screaming. I looked up to see an irate father coming towards me. His complaint? The guys at the table next to them looked at the little girl and told her "No crying in the bar." He wanted me to speak to the guys. Instead, I reinforced that this <i>was</i> a bar and the guy had a point. They left shortly thereafter, and said they would not be back. I just waved. I work in a bar. We serve food, but there is absolutely nothing about our place that says “Welcome, Kids!” unless you count the booze, smoky haze, and sorority girls in short skirts and non-existant tops.

We actually had a family with two very young girls in last night, they couldn’t have been older than 5 or 6. One of them kept crying and screaming. I looked up to see an irate father coming towards me. His complaint? The guys at the table next to them looked at the little girl and told her “No crying in the bar.” He wanted me to speak to the guys. Instead, I reinforced that this was a bar and the guy had a point.

They left shortly thereafter, and said they would not be back. I just waved.

]]> By: James V http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9211 James V Fri, 14 Mar 2008 22:54:12 +0000 http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9211 I once had this guy come in to a previous bar that I worked at and wanted that ONE LAST SHOT. Every bartender has that ass at the end of the night that wants that ONE LAST SHOT. Well we were clearly closing by the emptying of bodies toward the door and the lights were at their brightest. Everyone else took the hint or it could have been the DJ saying "Thank you very much ladies and gentleman, drive home safe and GET THE FUCK OUT!" But I could see how it gets confused. Anyway this guy wanted the last shot and would not leave me alone about it. By the way this guy was so shitfaced he thought the small amount of spittle on his shirt was sexy. After arguing with him for a few moments I gave in. Me: "Fine!" Him: A look of victory washed over his face as he dropped his head like the whole ordeal had exhausted him. So I turn around and bend down to our well to reach for a "bottle." Note to everyone: Keep your eyes on the bartender. I proceed to give him the shot. Me: " It's on the house man. I can't ring it in cause my manager will see what time it was rang in and then he'll have my ass. Enjoy He picks up the shot. I move out of the way. He tilts his head back and downs the shot. I smile and wait. He immediately spit the shot back out into the air and all over himself. Him: "What the fuck was that?!" Me: "It was a get the fuck out of my bar shot!!" Ingredients: Windex, Tabasco, Spit and a booger for a garnish. I once had this guy come in to a previous bar that I worked at and wanted that ONE LAST SHOT. Every bartender has that ass at the end of the night that wants that ONE LAST SHOT. Well we were clearly closing by the emptying of bodies toward the door and the lights were at their brightest. Everyone else took the hint or it could have been the DJ saying “Thank you very much ladies and gentleman, drive home safe and GET THE FUCK OUT!” But I could see how it gets confused. Anyway this guy wanted the last shot and would not leave me alone about it. By the way this guy was so shitfaced he thought the small amount of spittle on his shirt was sexy. After arguing with him for a few moments I gave in.

Me: “Fine!”
Him: A look of victory washed over his face as he dropped his head like the whole ordeal had exhausted him.

So I turn around and bend down to our well to reach for a “bottle.” Note to everyone: Keep your eyes on the bartender. I proceed to give him the shot.

Me: ” It’s on the house man. I can’t ring it in cause my manager will see what time it was rang in and then he’ll have my ass. Enjoy

He picks up the shot. I move out of the way. He tilts his head back and downs the shot. I smile and wait. He immediately spit the shot back out into the air and all over himself.

Him: “What the fuck was that?!”
Me: “It was a get the fuck out of my bar shot!!”

Ingredients: Windex, Tabasco, Spit and a booger for a garnish.

]]> By: Greg http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9216 Greg Sat, 15 Mar 2008 04:51:28 +0000 http://www.iserveidiots.com/2008/03/13/so-it-is-the-parents-fault-ive-always-wondered/#comment-9216 Man, after being AWOL for a while, you are CATCHING UP! I miss a few days, and you've done another dump of customer perfidy. Thanks, and I gotta get my lips around the fire hose! Man, after being AWOL for a while, you are CATCHING UP! I miss a few days, and you’ve done another dump of customer perfidy. Thanks, and I gotta get my lips around the fire hose!

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