Monday, April 09, 2007
There is nothing worse than ending a lukewarm night with your worst table. I'd much rather have a bad table early, and have the rest of the night to make up for it. Obviously, I'd just prefer not having bad tables, but I work at the crap magnet known as Red Lobster.
So it's my last table of the night, and my only table. I'm waiting around just for them before heading home. Early on, it is clear it will be a big table. An appetizer per guest, each person orders a large Lobsterfest meal, a handful of drinks and some other various things. We're talking the $200 range (give or take depending on your market). I give them great service (they are really the only people left). I help them with special requests I know the kitchen will bitch about this late at night. I make sure they have a very good time. I box their food and take care of their bill for them and thank them for coming. When I return to the table, I see 3 one dollar bills on the table. No other tip. Three ten dollar bills would have been a poor tip on this table.
It was probably a good thing they had left the parking lot before I made my way home. Thoughts of brandishing coffee mugs like brass knuckles entered my mind. Cheap prick.
While it isn't currently operating, Bitterwaitress.com has for a long time maintained a STD - a Shitty Tipper Database. About the only thing we wait staff can do is warn others when someone is a cheap prick. Imagine somebody searching Joe Dirtbag on Google and finding his name in the STD list. Or worse, finding it a couple of times! If you are a cheap bastard, be warned!!