Around six months ago, the restaurant I work for lost a lot of business somewhere between my boss pissed off the wrong person, and in the hick county we live in sloppy, careless, sensationalist journalism is apparently super profitable. You already knew this though... I'm also sure you saw somewhere that cooperate decided to give out free food in order to coax a nervous public back into the restaurant. Based off of your behavior the other night, I'm guessing you also realized that, if you are a complete piece of scum, there is a lot of opportunity to exploit this for personal gain.
You probably couldn't tell based off of my visibly stained apron, messy pony tail, and tired, makeupless face, but I actually take some pride in my work. You knew when you came in, that it was kids eat free night; that was part of why you came in. I wish you understood how impossible it is to maneuver around sticky little hands reaching for the exciting pens and straws in my apron, carry stacks of dirty plates, clean the grime they inevitably leave behind on the tables, all while not staining those stupid light puke green aprons corporate insist that we wear. You had no way to know that my apron was clean when I pulled it out of the dryer when I left for work that morning. I also understand that you had no way to know about my second job, or that in order to keep my bills paid, I have to work both jobs back to back on a fairly regular basis, and that I had been working for more than 10 hours when you came in. I feel like you wouldn't care if I could tell you all of those things though, which is why I kept my mouth shut when you told me I look disgusting. I didn't know you before that night, but I'm not the first server you've given a hard time too, and we live in a small enough area that the servers from around here know that you are not employed and that you just don't get it.
The male server, who told you off before you finally left, had told you a week before our encounter that we are not allowed to give your teenagers kids meals and that he had gotten in trouble with management for giving them to you anyway. Obviously, we were all very disgusted that you decided to play like you didn't know any better to try to get out of paying the adult price for your teenagers, and this brought your dining experience to a rough start. We know you eventually got your way, and I really wish that was the end of my problems with you. I recognize that you had legitimate problems with your order (which we entirely re-did and packaged for you to take with you), and that we gave you fuel to continue to harass me and the manager on duty is almost as infuriating as your behavior, but I think we both know that you weren't there to "give us the benefit of the doubt and support a local business" like you so righteously proclaimed, but to exploit corporate's desperation to keep business to score a deal on your food. Congratulations on all that free food you walked out with.
I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that your complaint to corporate didn't fall on deaf ears, and that my coworker lost his job for sticking up for me and our manager. Part of me wishes he hadn't, but at least he hopefully insured that you won't be back, pulling the same stunt next week. I hope your free food was worth it.
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