NINEBREAKER
24th October 2009, 07:03 AM
heres a story about rich people and paying attention.
me and a freind worked at a fancy restraunt early this year. they have dressed nice (sometimes) but they sure sounded like idiots. the people who liked to make the corny joke about painting a giant S on a car so people can say "look at that s car go."
well the ones who didnt dress nice looked like crap. blue leopard patern fur dress,coat,purse shoes. an orange dress with a bright orange fur coat that only went down the to ribcage and orange hair to match. that kind of crap people wore.the well i'm talking about the womens crap. all the guys looked the same. tux black, bow,white shirt,the end.
my freind had got me the job because i had been fired from a shoe store. thats an off topic story that i'll tell some other time. anyways my freind was the top brass for the nightshift. aka the night shift manager.
anyways my whole day was fine up until 5 minutes til midnight. the place was open til everyone left but they stopped serving people at 11. i was suppose to get off in 5 minutes but i was asked to do this 1 table then go home. this group of people ordered a bunch of italian stuff. stuff i couldnt pronouce and this one guy with a goatee had asked for a certain bean soup to be at a certain temperature with this many of this kind of bean with this many crackers put to the side in such a manner.stupid shit to make him feel speacial
now i wrote this down and the cook did his best to get it right. i bring everyone their food and the goatee man was the only guy to have a problem with it. he looks at it and has a pissed off look on his face takes a spoon to his mouth gets out of his chair and starts yelling at me.
now this guy is shorter than me. i am 5 foot 5. he is right at my neck. he wasnt exacly a midget but by the way he was acting he swore to god he was the biggest mother fucker in there. "this shit was not prepared the way i wanted it to be blaa blaa blaaa."stupid shit like that. he takes his hand and slaps the bowl off the table. he then tells me to clean it up while i ask him to calm down politly. when he asks to see my manager aka my freind i go get my freind who is asking everyone at another table how they are and such.
he gose over there talks with the man and brings me into the kitchen. now what i didnt know is all the other people that where in the kitchen where all good freinds of his.most of which recomended by him.
heres a question. have you ever seen the movie waiting? if not how about fightclub?
you dont fuck with the people who make your food.
we had all cooked another bean soup bowl to goatee mans specifications plus an added bonus of urine from all 4 cooks a waiter(me) and him.
we brought it back to him and by now he had cooled off slightly. after he had taken a sip my freind asked him how his soup was. the man looked at him and said"a bit salty but i like it."
genuine sea salt my freind had said. genuine sea salt my ass i thought.
if he had only known what we had done to his food. lol wouln't be the last time we fuck with peoples food too.
after my freind had married some nerdy girl he moved to NYC and i quit working there. now i'm in college studying to be a history teacher.
and what have you done to fuck with peoples food. please tell us a story
me and a freind worked at a fancy restraunt early this year. they have dressed nice (sometimes) but they sure sounded like idiots. the people who liked to make the corny joke about painting a giant S on a car so people can say "look at that s car go."
well the ones who didnt dress nice looked like crap. blue leopard patern fur dress,coat,purse shoes. an orange dress with a bright orange fur coat that only went down the to ribcage and orange hair to match. that kind of crap people wore.the well i'm talking about the womens crap. all the guys looked the same. tux black, bow,white shirt,the end.
my freind had got me the job because i had been fired from a shoe store. thats an off topic story that i'll tell some other time. anyways my freind was the top brass for the nightshift. aka the night shift manager.
anyways my whole day was fine up until 5 minutes til midnight. the place was open til everyone left but they stopped serving people at 11. i was suppose to get off in 5 minutes but i was asked to do this 1 table then go home. this group of people ordered a bunch of italian stuff. stuff i couldnt pronouce and this one guy with a goatee had asked for a certain bean soup to be at a certain temperature with this many of this kind of bean with this many crackers put to the side in such a manner.stupid shit to make him feel speacial
now i wrote this down and the cook did his best to get it right. i bring everyone their food and the goatee man was the only guy to have a problem with it. he looks at it and has a pissed off look on his face takes a spoon to his mouth gets out of his chair and starts yelling at me.
now this guy is shorter than me. i am 5 foot 5. he is right at my neck. he wasnt exacly a midget but by the way he was acting he swore to god he was the biggest mother fucker in there. "this shit was not prepared the way i wanted it to be blaa blaa blaaa."stupid shit like that. he takes his hand and slaps the bowl off the table. he then tells me to clean it up while i ask him to calm down politly. when he asks to see my manager aka my freind i go get my freind who is asking everyone at another table how they are and such.
he gose over there talks with the man and brings me into the kitchen. now what i didnt know is all the other people that where in the kitchen where all good freinds of his.most of which recomended by him.
heres a question. have you ever seen the movie waiting? if not how about fightclub?
you dont fuck with the people who make your food.
we had all cooked another bean soup bowl to goatee mans specifications plus an added bonus of urine from all 4 cooks a waiter(me) and him.
we brought it back to him and by now he had cooled off slightly. after he had taken a sip my freind asked him how his soup was. the man looked at him and said"a bit salty but i like it."
genuine sea salt my freind had said. genuine sea salt my ass i thought.
if he had only known what we had done to his food. lol wouln't be the last time we fuck with peoples food too.
after my freind had married some nerdy girl he moved to NYC and i quit working there. now i'm in college studying to be a history teacher.
and what have you done to fuck with peoples food. please tell us a story