tuesday work...

My day at work.

Me: "Hello. How are ya'll doing today?"
Table: *something indistinguishable*
Me: "...Can I get you started on something to drink?"
Table: *strange mumbling*
Me: "....What....would...ya'll....like to drink?" I'm trying to overly emphasize every word.
Table: "ehhhhh. uhmmmmm. waaater."

I notice as I walk off that the woman has no teeth and the man has one. ONE.
So I get them two waters. and free bread.

Me: "Are we ready to order now?"
Table: "Broccoli. and. Potatoes."
Me: "And for your entrees?" *by now, since the man seems mute, I assume that they will be ordering the exact same.*
Table: "THE SPECIAL!"
Me: *clearing my throat* "The menu is in front of you, there are 16 different items you can choose off of the special menu."
Table: "I WANT the sirloin."
Me: "Very well. It will be out shortly."

I grab their menus and stalk off. What the fuck did I do, seriously. I'm not going even going to ask how they want their steaks grilled, of course they're going to want them really really well done...burnt. Of course. I'm not going to ask if they want mashed potatoes or baked potatoes...or what they want on them. I don't care. You treat me badly, or yell at me, I'm going to want to spit in your food or give you terrible service. But I don't. Because some of us are above that.

I was cursed with these tables all damn day.

Okie, I trying to refrain from saying anything too terrible about people with no teeth, I get that you maybe you don't have money for dental care, etc, etc, but. Do not expect me to read your damn mind. Do not bitch at me. Do not treat me like your personal servant. I am not there for that. I'm not even there for you. I don't want to be your friend, I'm only there to make money. It is my job.

The end.

Hmmmm.