Servers Share the Most Uncomfortable First Dates They’ve Ever Waited On
Time to bail
I was working at a mexican restaurant at the time and a really mismatched couple came in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a tshirt and she was decked to the nines in stiletto boots, full makeup (including false lashes) and a super tight, tiny clubbing dress. I seat them and take their drink orders and she looks pissed. She isn’t really speaking to him, she’s glaring at the waitstaff and other diners and drumming her fingers on the table. They ordered dinner and he kept trying to make conversation.
Dinner arrives, she takes one bite and starts SCREAMING at him about how s***ty this date was, she doesn’t even LIKE mexican food, how dare he?! To top this off, she takes a bite of her meal, SPITS IT OUT AT HIM and then storms out of the restaurant. The place went silent, literally everyone was watching this. I rushed over to take payment for him so he could leave and this guy, this f**king guy, leans back in his chair and says “ah f**k her” and starts eating her entree. (_anacantha)
You can’t trust someone who doesn’t like Mexican food. (starfish31)
Better call Saul
Waiting tables at a fairly high-end place. My recently divorced brother’s ex-wife came in with her new “rich lawyer” boyfriend – she knew I worked there.
Lawyer-boy’s credit card was declined and she had to pick up the tab. (IguanaBalls)
Justice boner achieved for the day. (Statscollector)
Alright, I don’t quite fit the waiter bill but close enough. A few years back I was working at pizza hut as a driver. We had the smallest store in the area, and there were no booths or tables for customers. You come in to pay and leave. There is one small bench barely able to seat two inside the door. This “couple,” probably freshman, come in and the lad nervously orders a single medium pizza. The whole time ordering it, he was trying to be very literate and use a bunch of old English sounding phrases to sound appealing or smart or something.
Fast forward the 10 minutes of cooking time he spent crammed on that tiny bench with the girl, who was visually uncomfortable, but also either too polite or too nervous to leave. I was hoping they’d leave and take it to a car or to the park but no. He started trying to hand feed her pizza. On a bench too small to comfortably seat two. With three to four customers in line less than two feet in front of them, and drivers constantly having to step over their legs to get out of the store.
In-between the cringy “want another bite?”s she was practically shaking at this point and closing her eyes out of embarrassment. That was a big mistake, because he slips in for a kiss instead of pizza. Regrettably, it worked and she revolted and threw up on the rest of the pizza in his lap. She bolts and runs off, he tries to order another pizza to go, cuz “she didn’t get to finish it, she’ll like it if I bring her another.” (Sycamourn)