Hardworking Female Server Endures Abuse From Arrogant Customer Until Her Guardian Angel Steps In

Most people who work in the restaurant industry can attest to the amount of hard work it takes to be a good waiter or waitress. These hardworking professionals are on their feet, carrying heavy trays for hours at a time. On top of that, they need to remember details such as the menu, ingredients, how foods are prepared, specials, and of course, orders (which can get pretty complicated). And as customers, we expect them to do all of these things and more with a smile and a positive attitude. However, very often, their job is made even tougher by folks who chose not to acknowledge them with respect, choosing instead to see them as subhuman servants. The jerk in this fictional story was such a person, but he soon found out the hard way that karma’s always listening, and when she answers — look out!

Customer #1: Thank God, this line is taking forever. (There is no line at all, although the tables are mostly occupied.)

Me: Sorry about the wait, sir. May I take your order? (The customer proceeds to rattle off a long, confusing, and often contradictory order, including such things as a meatless ham sandwich.)

Me: Sir, I’m a little confused by your order. Do you mean…

Customer #1: oh for God’s sake, I have to repeat myself now? Weren’t you paying attention the first time?

Me: I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t want to get anything wrong. You made a big order

Customer #1: *sighs* I’ll repeat myself, but just this once. I hate dealing with lazy ignorant dropouts like you. (He repeats his order, but I understand it even less because I am trying not to cry. He finishes speaking and snaps his fingers at me.)

Customer #1: Hello?! Punch it in, you dumb b****. I haven’t got all day!

Suddenly one of the other customers; a strongly-built man who has been quietly sitting at a nearby table, roars, and leaps to his feet, flipping the table and spilling his coffee in the process.


The rude customer shrieks and flees from the store. I and the remaining customers stare at the man, who quietly picks up the table and comes over to the counter.

Customer #2: I’ll pay for any damage. If you could show me where the mops are, I’ll take care of the mess too.

Me: I-I-I, um…

Customer #2: Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. There’s always gonna be an a** like that around.

Me: Uh, you, um…

Customer #2: Oh, the prison thing? *laughs* Never been in jail in my life. So, anyway, where’s that mop?

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