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Story 7

My dad and I went to a Crab restaurant. We sat down—there were maybe only five other tables seated—and the place was huge.

I ordered fish and chips, and my dad ordered the blue crab. Forty-five minutes later, our food came, but there were no tools for cracking the crab open.

My dad requested them, and the waitress gave us a dirty look before coming back with the tools.

After waiting almost an hour for our check, I asked why she had charged me extra for my fish. She then told me, “Don’t come into a crab restaurant and order fish; it’s more work for us.”
I got a manager over, and she was fired. She then picked up a french fry (we were still eating—this place gives you the check a while before you’re done) and ate it.

At this point, I got up, poured my water on her, and we left. © Unknown author / Reddit

Story 8

I found a full receipt crumpled up into the size of a marble in the gravy of a Yorkshire pudding. I bit into it, was confused, pulled it out of my mouth, and unwrapped a fully legible receipt—from the night before.

I showed the waiter, and he said he’d talk to the owner.

The owner then told me I could choose to pay either my bill or the total on the receipt I found in my food.
The total on the receipt I found was almost $30 more than what I had ordered. I was shocked by the service and never went back. I also left without paying.

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Story 9

A customer wanted clams and mussels in a cream sauce with bell peppers. The kitchen manager refused, even though we had all the ingredients, because she was awful (it was basically seafood Portofino without noodles—add peppers, hold the shrimp and scallops).
The whole family walked out while the kitchen was cooking their other meals. She then screamed at me in the dining room, saying that I was a bad waiter.

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Story 10

Story 11

Once, a very thin, middle-aged woman came in. She couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds soaking wet. She asked what our biggest steak was.

I told her it was the 24 oz. ribeye. She said, “Okay, I’ll have that.”

Our steaks came with two sides, so I asked which ones she’d like.

She said, “I don’t want sides.” I told her they were included in the price, but she still refused them. I brought out her steak, and she began eating.

She was about a third of the way through when I asked, “How is everything?”

She said, “Great. Bring me another steak.”

I asked, “Is there anything wrong with that one?”

She said, “No, it’s great.

I want a second one.”

I went back to the chef and told him, and he couldn’t believe it. But we served her another steak. She ate all 48 oz.

of steak and left me a $40 tip. © shadowgnome396 / Reddit