Welcome toOff the Menu , where former server and present writer C.A. Pinkham bring you the best and strange nutrient stories from his email inbox . For those of you who are new to this serial , welcome ! For those who are former fans from either Wonkette or Jezebel ( where this series had a unlike name ) , welcome back !
Ornery Old dame . Burger burglars . trim - bomb enthusiasts . This week , for our inaugural Thrillist edition , we ’ve got taradiddle of some of the worst customers imaginable . As always , these are real email from substantial readers , though gens have been changed to protect the innocent .
Theft so brazen you almost have to admire it
" I used to be a grill James Cook at BurgerFi – a somewhat enough burger chain . One day , a middle aged married couple came in . They ordered two double burgers and youngster . They received their food for thought , walked to one of the table , sat down , and began to exhaust .
" The married woman rust her burger normally , but the husband took the patty off of the roll and eat on them by themselves . We all thought this was foreign , because if he did n’t want to eat the bun , he could have just ordered the beefburger without the bun . But hey , he paid for it , so he could do what he want with it . After they finished their burger , the husband find fault up his tray with an empty roll on it and walked up to the counter . He flag down our manager and said we forget to put the patties on his Warren Earl Burger . He literally took the patty off his bun , ate the patties , then presented us with a meatless roll , saying he never get any heart and soul .
Watch out for ramekins
" About a dozen years ago , I work at a atrocious fried seafood restaurant in New Hampshire that I referred to as a ' low course Red Lobster . ' This position was democratic with the over-70 crowd , so we did a brisk business in ' piddle with extra lemons and sugar ' during the 5PM dinner party rush .
" It was n’t a good post to work , but one foul lady stick out out peculiarly . We had these coupons that hold up for a week and gave you a ' buy one , get one one-half off ' of the crappy fried clam plate or whatever . This gentlewoman had an expired coupon , ordered the awry intellectual nourishment , and wanted not just half off , but basically the whole meal comped . When I distinguish her I could n’t do any of that , she threw a ramequin of tartar sauce at me . I just stood there , dribble with mayonnaise and gusto with bits of fried crumbs and Fixodent , utterly shocked .
" The manager actually stop sexually harry the teenaged stewardess to come out and comp the lady ’s meal and give her a free sweet .
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" As she leave , I blab out out ' Have a gracious twenty-four hour period , ' and she hissed , ' YOU’VE ALREADY blow MY twenty-four hour period . ' –Kara Van Nies
Nope, bye
" I was a decorous enough employee , not outstanding . I did my line . I did n’t mess up it up too mischievously . I was pleasant to the customer and work all of my break as scheduled . I also was bitter about my situation and did not do anything that was n’t required to keep my chore .
" Then one day my boyfriend follow into the living room , harbinger that he was done , and walked out . My life-time all fell apart . My car had recently die and I could n’t make it , so I had been using his . I could n’t afford the flat with just my paycheck , never listen everything that occur with accept a newborn . I had a complete nuclear meltdown , made organisation for my mom to come get me a couple of days afterward , and proceed to work . I tell the region manager that due to a household emergency I had to leave the res publica and I was very sorry , but I could n’t give two - week notice . I would , however , finish out my shift and I was so so sorry to leave him in the lurch like that . His response ? ' I do n’t handle , today ’s my last twenty-four hour period at this store . The unexampled guy can deal with it . good of luck to you . '
" That shift I was pretty much normal , but less interested in giving off the ' I live to make my customers happy ' vibe . I was polite , but did n’t josh . I figured , it ’s Wal - Mart , so who gives a horseshit ?
" Which brings us to the client from hell . To be fair to him , none of what was go away on in my aliveness was his fault . To be fair to me , I was polite and professional , and also screw this cat .
" He walk up while I ’m busy doing something else . I look over to my two coworkers , but they ’re stand over by the fryer utter , totally ignoring both the customer and me . So I stop what I ’m doing and take the guy ’s order . Two pounds of turkey , shaved .
" Now , most citizenry who require for shave turkey wanted a mass of chopped meat , because you ca n’t cut turkey that fragile without it falling apart . So I shredded up two pounds of turkey and demonstrate it to him .
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" ' What are you , a f***ing half-wit ? I did n’t say shredded , I said I want it SHAVED ! THIN ! What the f * * * is improper with you ? Does that s * * * look tear up to you ? '
" So I apologize and slit up a very , very lean cut of turkey . guard it up and take him if that ’s good enough for him , before I emaciate another two pound . It ’s not . I set the slicer on thinner . At this point it ’s so thin that it will fall aside if I touch it , so I just say screw it and slice up his two pounds . When I put it up on the scale , he begin call at me that it ’s not tenuous enough and what the Scheol is unseasonable with me , etc . etc .
" At this point I ’m on the verge of tears , but I essay to explain to him that when you cut back real turkey at the setting that would be ' knock off , ' for something like jambon , it fall apart . What this guy wants is impossible . If I move the slicer to curve any thinner , it ’s going to terminate up tear up . He shout at me some more , have me know I ’m a horrifying human being , and ends up with , ' IF YOU DIDN’T desire TO expect ON ME , YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE ! ' Because I ’m discriminating against him be not being able to change the direction turkey cuts .
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" I almost tell him that if I had n’t waited on him he ’d still be wait , but instead I apologize , tell him I ’ll go get somebody else , and walk away . He shouts ' YOU DO THAT ' at my back , because why not .
" The two arsehole that were speculate to work with me are nowhere to be seen up front , so I walk into the back . The back is one elbow room , with walk - in fridge and freezer . Neither one is there . So I go out into the hallway that leads to the employee areas and just start walking . The first someone I see is the computer memory managing director , who I met at my interview and have n’t regard since . Thinking back , I ’m more or less 90 % certain that he had no clew who I was or what area I work in . I walked up to him , actually in tears and shaking by this stop , and told him that I had to go forth because of a family emergency . Then I just walk out . I would sleep together to sleep with how long that guy wire stand there hold back on someone to come finish his order . “– Tori Thomas
Human beings don’t make mistakes!
" I was 17 , and working as a server at a passably in high spirits - end eating place in my small Jersey Shore town . It was little , perhaps 20 mesa full . I did n’t have a lot of experience , but the proprietor were my neighbour , so they were kind enough to rent me anyway .
" Whatever , the Elia came out all right and they all sleep with it . by and by , the restaurant was empty and about to close , and they were all wasted . One of the men , after using the bathroom , suddenly break open through the doors of the ( not open , very pocket-size ) kitchen . The nous chef politely kick back him out . He got back to the table and complained to his wife , who say , all suspiciously , ' Oh we ’re not allowed in the kitchen ? I do n’t like that ! ' What ? Do most restaurants ask in you to just cheat back there whenever ?
" They linger forever before they asked for the check . Having taken their order what seemed like many hours in the first place , I made a mistake and wrote out the damage of four entrees . This is pre - computers , take care you , so it was all written out on a small check . Since I had to write down four different food temps , I saw that and just put a price by each one .
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" I set down the check and all hell broke loose . A normal , grave person would have catch it was an easy error and let me just set it after I of course apologized profusely for my ( only ) mistake . But no . The gentleman’s gentleman in billing scream , ' A error ? ! How can something like that be a mistake ? ! '
" I recalculate the bill and handed it back with more apologies , but now they had some sort of persecution complex . I went in back to help with cleansing , and I ’m not certain exactly what happened , but there was yelling , and when I come back out , they were leaving . I should mention that since it was a slow night , the kind owners were treat themselves to a date night , and were posture correctly next to this mesa the whole time . They heard it all , including when one of the human being tolerate up and said he was die to * cast a chairwoman through the front window . * That was when the owners finally intervene . Thank God , as I was a nervous slight teen and was almost in tears already . I ’m pretty indisputable the owners had to impel them to pay , as for some ground my mistake lead them to believe they were entitled to a gratis meal . Needless to say , they did n’t tip , but my bosses leave me an especially big one to make up for it . “– Saskia Warren
What is this “a la mode” you speak of?
" Years ago I await table at a relatively fancy joint near the UN that was frequented by diplomats and their double-dyed neglect for American tipping habits . Other than dignitaries and their pocketbook , we had a frequent old pre - theater bunch on the weekends . I hated these shift . Some nights , I ’d leave having had only a few table , all of them wanted the prix fixe , and each tipped precisely 15 % – which , in Manhattan , mean I was probably losing money working there .
" One night , an older char comes in . She asks me what the specials are , and there ’s a braised tilapia that night . She insists I label tilapia wrongfulness – TEE - la - piss - a , she sound out – and I smile courteously and reprize after her . Then I earn she take on I do n’t mouth much of this here English language and seems miffed that they sent her a foreigner . She starts to mouth more slowly , using belittled phrasing . Note : I currently work as a author / editor so no , she was n’t wee-wee a well - constitute presumptuousness . I have no accent . I happen to BE Asiatic - American . She , of grade , regularize the cheapest item on the carte .
" We make it through to dessert , and she seems content , if the older blonde gentlewoman sort of crotchety . I ask her if she was interested in dessert and she order the Apple Pie a la modal value . Granted , she ordered the " apple pie " without cite the ' a la fashion ' part specifically , but she did direct to the fare item , so I rang her up , hoping she ’d leave shortly so that I could be rid of her tabular array of one that spent a whopping $ 28 .
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" I warm up a piece of orchard apple tree pie and plop on a generous portion of vanilla deoxyephedrine cream and land it out for her . She ’s wide - eyed when I prove to put the plate down and immediately says she did n’t order ice rink cream . I apologize for the mix up and return to the kitchen . The BOH manager asks what was ill-timed and I explain she did n’t desire it a la mode . He look at her check , see she ’s been there well over two hours and spent almost nothing , and tell me to move the apple pie to a new plate , pass over off the oddment of ice emollient and give it back to her . I gaze at him for a moment , but do as I ’m told .
" I ’m incredulous , so I simply say that ’s how we assist it . She of course of instruction ask for my manager ( a saint of a human who ’d work out in the restaurant manufacture for 30 days ) who plates a piece personally and walk back out . She then starts to complain about how the waitstaff was just not right trained and that none of us speak enough English to get by at such a courteous place . And then she start to complain about me personally and the etiquette of pie , or something interchangeable . At one pointedness , she tries to say that lovesome apple Proto-Indo European is déclassé . I go in the back and do n’t come back out .
" My managing director comes back to the kitchen , lease a crank loving cup out , and lops in a jumbo portion of the really tasty hot chocolate hair mousse that we hand made and gives it to me . ' This will make you feel better . turn over me the ice cream , I ’ll eat it . '
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" The cleaning lady left her scoop modification as my tip . “– Franklin Liu
The tyranny of no bread
" I was a host at a moderately fancy restaurant in Boston and while the student dealings was middling high , the particular neighborhood we were situated in contain a large and fairly affluent senior universe . It ’s from these circumstances that come this group of about four or five elderly cleaning lady . They would come in possibly every other workweek for lunch as a mathematical group , but in between those meeting they ’d show up in pairs .
" The pairs were objectionable in their own peculiar ways . One time , I was call , from across the eating house for help . When I went to see what was up , one charwoman tell her associate had a headache , so I should go table to tabular array to see if there ’s a Dr. in the house . Another time , a pair sat and asked for staff of life . We excuse that our delivery had n’t make out in yet , as we dish up bread with dinner party . ' But I ’m have soup and a drink ! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT WITH THAT ? ! ' One of them threw such a burst about it that she got up , stump out , bought a comically large baguet from the Whole Foods next doorway , and stomped back in , maintaining scowl eye - inter-group communication with me as she went back to her table . When they had completed their meal , she turn to the board next to them , and loudly ( and I mean , intimately scream ) offer the rest of their bread because ' these miser do n’t want to give you any . '
" One particular group outing was a repugnance show from starting time to finish . They had reserved a table for 12:30 , but then all point up at 1:30 . I did n’t opine much of it since we had the outer space and showed them to their table . They seemed to settle in , but then one of them did something that will always get under my skin : she promote her handwriting and snap her fingers , asking for ' the boy . ' I walk over , smile over top my annoyance at being treated like a servant you summon , and asked what was wrong . I got a diatribe from about five unlike way about how they did n’t want THIS tabular array , they wanted THAT mesa by the windows , did n’t I know ANYTHING , they should really hire people who know how to do their job .
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" I relocated them and went back to my host tie-up . Then someone come through our front doors looking distressed . He tells me that the entry to our small parking lot is blockade . I go out to look and sure enough : a car was planted aright in the sum of the entering . When I went back into the restaurant , I was summoned in the same ostentatious mode over to the elderly political party ’s table .
' Why were you looking at my car ? ' one of the party asked . This was a partial relief as going board to table asking masses if it ’s their railcar is bunglesome . I explain that it was blank out the parking wad and I get , ' No , it ’s a parking space . '
" I take a breath and excuse that it ’s the entering and we ca n’t allow cars to park there as it count as a fire hazard . She responds , ' The sign sound out right there : handicapped parking and unless you need to start an incident , you ’ll acknowledge my friend here has a walker . '
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" This went around and round as we explained it was a designated handicapped drop - off power point , and while we interpret the confusion on that compass point , the car still postulate to move . The woman just started repeating over and over , ' I ’ll move it – BUT IT say IT ‘S A PARKING SPACE – but I ’ll move it … '
" They spend the eternal sleep of their lunch shooting me muddied feeling , giving their server hell ( ' you wreak me the incorrect thing ! ' ' I ’m sorry about that . What did you order ? ' ' I do n’t know ! ' ) , tipping barely at all , and being by and large sour . On the way out , they intermit by the door to put on coats and one of them said , ' I ’ll just e-mail the manager . Last metre , he gave me a endowment posting . Did you screw they wo n’t give you bread here?'"– Craig Rogers
He’s a customer here, you know
" My husband and I are dining at a branch of the popular Mexican intellectual nourishment restaurant Lindo Michoacãn in Las Vegas . Almost all the tables are full , and the servers are working their butts off to refill margaritas and chip baskets and drag out steaming plates of fajitas .
" A valet de chambre comes in to place a to - go order . Not pluck up , but blank space . He demand to be seat as he waits . They offer him a seat at the bar , but he insist that since he is a paying client , he deserves a coveted four top to himself , despite the waiting groups of dine - in customers . The waiter acquiesces , only to be flag down less than a min later .
" ' Where are my devoid chips and bean dip ? I ’m a client here , you know ! ' he demands . The waiter sedately explain that a costless serving of chipping and salsa will be in his to - go rescript .
" ' So I have to wait here athirst ? ' he roars . notice that at this degree there is lively medicine playing and we are in a booth about 15 ft forth , and it still sound like he is shout across the table at us . The server shrugs and bring out chips and salsa .
" ' What about the bean dip ? I ’m a customer here , you know . ' Bean dip arrives . He proceeds to sloppily eat bean , salsa , and chips for the next 20 minutes , even getting a refill when they contribute his to - go order . He also insist on a pop , since the salsa is hot than he likes it and ' weewee is n’t well enough . ' He is a customer here , you cognize .
" He flag down the waiter and exact a 2d refill of free chips , salsa , and noggin dip as his to - go parliamentary law congeals on the trading floor beside him . At this compass point , it looks like eight Pan troglodytes have been finger - painting with salsa and beans on his tabular array top and he is spray the waiter with masticated chip shot when he babble out - shrieking .
" After they lend the unfermented rung , he insist they box it up for him to take home because his married woman is wait on her nutrient , which carry quite a bit of prison term , if you necessitate him . The host hold the error of just convey him a container to package it up in himself .
" ' No , you need to do it . And verify the salsa and bean drop container are full and topped off , and I ’ll need an extra thing of chips . I ’m a customer here , you have a go at it . ‘"– Dana Samuels
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