Buahahahahaha.... EVIL BARMAID WENCH
What is it about rich folks who own boats who think they can act any way they want and it's ok? Why do my bosses insist on putting me on the floor on our busiest days when I'm the least experienced person there? Why is the sky blue?
I admit, I suck as a waitress. I waited tables one time in my life 21 years ago for 3 months, and this time now for 2 weeks. I have tended bar (and waited on folks for bar food) several times over the years as I was putting myself through school. I can be behind a bar, busy, and be fine. Put me out in the general population, make me remember sides, drinks and the daily specials, AND be nice to people... uh uh... ain't gonna happen. Especially during THAT week when someone just walking up and saying "Hi, have a great day" can cause me to morph into a psychotic sociopath within .042 seconds. If you think it gets better as you age, think again folks.
So when some high-side-of-65-snobby-hateful-talk-down-to-you-with-a-sneer-on-her-face-condescending-woman (AND her frumpy, frustrated, bitch of a daughter-or daughter in law-I don't know, all I know is she was just as rude and obnoxious) is yelling at me (and the owner) in front of all the other tables because "I come in here every Sunday, blah blah blah" and I have to apologize because the "customer is always right, even when she's a frickin' cunt," and none of the other mitigating factors matter, (green waitress, doubled-size restaurant just reopened with inadequate staff, new computerized order system that no one knows, inefficient system), I tend to become a vicious little bitch.
I'm not 100% sure, but I'm guessing most of my tips (heh, one of my better nights actually) came because the other people around this "woman" (I damn sure wouldn't call her a Lady) felt so bad for me that they "pity-tipped" me.
Guess if it helps pay the bills, I'll take the pity tip. I may, however, pop her in the nose if she comes in again.