Whenever I tell someone that I work in a restaurant they ask if it's like the movie.
In short, it's not. I've never seen anyone I've worked rub a guest's food all over his genitals... but I'm sure we've all fantasized about it.
I used to have this regular guest who would order chicken wings for take out. For some reason she hated me. I did my job better than anyone I worked with at the time, but in her eyes I was incompetent, rude, and slow. Could not be further from the truth. This was when I first started working in the food industry and actually tried to make people happy (eventually I realized people are miserable and I was setting myself up for failure).
One day she ordered her usual chicken wings, dry, extra well done, no celery or blue cheese, and apparently I left her food sitting so long the wings got cold. (No, I didn't. She didn't wait at all). She proceeded to scream at me for, no exaggeration, 10 minutes. All I did was stand there and apologize to her profusely (for what? I don't know). This all took place in front of surveillance cameras, so everyone in the kitchen was watching a laughing.
This woman continued to order her wings to go, but never wanted to order from me. One day I was in the kitchen packing it up, and just as the thought of contaminating her food crossed my mind, a coworker came to the back and said "Donna requested that you not touch her food."
Lucky her.
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