Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Belligerent


A few weekends ago I was going about my usually business when a rowdy group of four sat at one of my tables…. Correction, a group of four with one rowdy member.

It was a Saturday night, so the restaurant was packed, as usual. I would say we were on an hour wait, at least. Oftentimes when patrons have to wait for a table, they start by having a few drinks at the bar.

The gentleman at the table ordered our 32oz glass of Yuengling, and one for his buddy as well.  The guy just seemed boisterous by nature but the women they were with were very quiet, and preoccupied with the infant they brought along with them.

I left the table to put the drink orders in, and returned to get their appetizer order. I was greeted by “Where the F*ck is my beer?” I explained to him the bar was very busy, but the bartenders were working on it. He proceeded to ask me again, to which I gave the same response.

I came back to the table to drop off plates for the appetizers. Now, granted the drinks were taking a little longer than usual because of how crowded the restaurant was, but it couldn’t have been longer than 10 minutes. He curses me out once more, tells me to get his beer, and I snapped.

I said, “Sir, you see those people behind the bar? Those are bartenders. Notice: I’m not standing there. I’m standing here. I don’t pour the beers. They do! I can’t get your beer but I bet they’re working on it right now.”

“Well I hope the food comes quicker than the f*cking drinks,” he retorted.



I recently read a story about a waitress who was assaulted by a Maryland state trooper in a similar situation.

According to the waitress, the trooper first complained that his food took too long to arrive, and was then angry that his chicken tenders seemed undercooked. Finally, when he felt that the waitress took too long to pick up his check for processing, he allegedly hit her in the arm with the check presenter.

People take dining out way too seriously!

My wonderful guest continued to make inappropriate comments throughout his meal. I just shrugged it off and avoided the table. Then it all came together in the end. He must have enjoyed one too many at the bar because when he took a sip of his drink a completely missed his mouth.

He was a drunk, belligerent mess.

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