Now, here's one I just don't get. Why do these fucking restaurants say they're open until XX:00 PM, if they're just going to fuck you to death with poor service and an attitude if you come in near closing time? If you want to be out the door at 11:15, don't stay your ass open until 11:00. Like it's going to break my little boy heart if you close at 10:00. I don't give a flying shit, but if I walk in and you seat me, don't act like I'm ruining your whole night by spending my money at your piece of shit restaurant.
And then what the hell with the crappy food on top of everything else? Are you just back there reheating everything that was sent back throughout the night because you aren't going to waste your good shit on some late comers?
I'm on the first good date in lord knows how long, and I have to be constantly interrupted and feel like I'm imposing on your shit just because we showed up an hour and a half before closing? My dating life has been a perpetual train wreck for years, but tonight is going so well. That is until you rush us to order when clearly we're more interested in talking to each other. Then you get pissed at US because the food takes forever to get there? Oh, and don't bother being polite or anything, just start taking shit away from table very clearly before we're done with it.
Olive oil? What would I need that for? It's not like I'm at a supposedly nice Italian restaurant and I may enjoy a dab here and there. No, you should also definitely reach between us midway through our meal so you can take that little container with the sugar packets. What the shit is up with that? Is that some Cinderella sugar that must be put away by a specified hour or all hell breaks loose?
And then what the hell with the crappy food on top of everything else? Are you just back there reheating everything that was sent back throughout the night because you aren't going to waste your good shit on some late comers?
I'm on the first good date in lord knows how long, and I have to be constantly interrupted and feel like I'm imposing on your shit just because we showed up an hour and a half before closing? My dating life has been a perpetual train wreck for years, but tonight is going so well. That is until you rush us to order when clearly we're more interested in talking to each other. Then you get pissed at US because the food takes forever to get there? Oh, and don't bother being polite or anything, just start taking shit away from table very clearly before we're done with it.
Olive oil? What would I need that for? It's not like I'm at a supposedly nice Italian restaurant and I may enjoy a dab here and there. No, you should also definitely reach between us midway through our meal so you can take that little container with the sugar packets. What the shit is up with that? Is that some Cinderella sugar that must be put away by a specified hour or all hell breaks loose?
I just want to drink your shitty version of a margarita, pick at my I'm-not-a-fat-girl salad, and watch my date eat mozzarella sticks. Is it too much to ask to experience these simple things in peace? As our meal winds down, we're talking and laughing and looking at each other in the candlelight, and you turn on the fucking lights? The emergency flood lights? Jesus H. You ruined our mood, but I know what you're really trying to do is ruin my life.
Well...Fuck you, Carrabba's.
Since we're talking about it, why is it when I go to a coffee shop or something at 05:05 when they open at 05:00 I have to wait for your lazy ass to fire up the machines and get everything out? Oooooh, and I just want to punch you in the vagina when you get bent out of shape at me for being there at that hour. Fucking open later if you aren't going to have your shit ready to go at opening time. What is so goddamned difficult about that?
Well...Fuck you, Carrabba's.
Since we're talking about it, why is it when I go to a coffee shop or something at 05:05 when they open at 05:00 I have to wait for your lazy ass to fire up the machines and get everything out? Oooooh, and I just want to punch you in the vagina when you get bent out of shape at me for being there at that hour. Fucking open later if you aren't going to have your shit ready to go at opening time. What is so goddamned difficult about that?
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An hour and half before close is a reasonable timeframe to arrive for dinner. You should have set someone on fire.
I have never had worse service than at the end of a shift/night. You should send this post in an open letter to corporate!
Yeah, that sucks. If you don't actually like people, stay the hell out of the service industry. At least until you've learned to pretend. I'm with Kurt. Torch em.
I liked people until I started working in the service industry. Thankfully no longer ...
BUT if you have your shit together, latecomers shouldn't be an issue. And they always leave the best tips.
Not to mention, that was the point where we always started drinking anyway.
The coffee shop shit is even worse in my opinion because that's the whole fucking point of a coffee shop. When do people need coffee most? Early as fuck in the morning, that's when.
as a former waitress I have to say that my favorite time of the whole shift was about 2 hours before closing..the people that came in were the most talkative, the friendliest and best tippers. They knew we were anxious to get out of there and off our feet, so they made up for it with interesting conversation or if they were there for a date like you were, they made it clear that we could start our closing as long as we kept an eye on their needs, I never imposed my closing duties on a sitting table..that's just crude and bad business. I would DEFINITELY print out your post here and send it to corporate..they really do care about their customers and how their restaurants are being represented.
"Punch you in the vagina" = best quote ever. Consider that stolen and don't be offended when I use that phrase on you on Monday morning. You're welcome.
I KNOW!
I hate that too.
When I waited tables I was nice to everyone even if I was tired and wanted to go home.
Unless they were jerks to me, then I'd just be whatever.
When I worked in a restuarant (a fancier one, despite the fact that my ass was always breaking glasses in front of customers), we always had our shit ready to go, and my favorite customers were the last ones of the night. It is not like it was hard to serve one goddamn table, and still get my cleanup done!
so, so true. Bang on.
Jeesus, LWM! You've sone it again! I am in agreement with your other 2,000 followers. Carraba's needs to not only be punched in its' collective vagina, but to receive a copy of this from you and every other pissed-off late night diner reading this. Fuck them!!! And you can bet your nutsack I am done eating there. Well, we don't have them here, but if we ever get them they can count me out. Retroactively.
Nelly bitch, you have to buy me more than one drink and cheese sticks if you want to wreck this asshole.
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