Etiquette. Get Some.
Mar 25, 2009 Current Events, DUH, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Wicked Wisdoms, Yum... or Lack There Of.
Today I went out to the movies and lunch with my team at work. (For the record, “I Love You Man” was fucking hilarious.) Afterward, we went to lunch at this restaurant across the street from the theater.
Actually. BEFORE the movie, I was standing in line to get a bottle of water. Not popcorn. Not ju-ju-bees. HIGH QUALITY H2O. So I am standing behind this herd of children. And the mom of one of them. Or more. I don’t know. She was too stupid to be the mom to anyone in my opinion. Why? Because her ass was oblivious to me and the 14 other people standing behind her waiting to buy shit. She was also oblivious to the fact that there was ONE fucking cashier. UNO.
What does this fucking dipshit do? She hands each of the kids money to INDI-FUCKING-VIDUALLY order their god damn food.
REALLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
WHO DOES THAT? Not me. I am a get-shit-done type of person. Now if it was her and maybe 2 kids… that would be one thing. But there were 6 of them, all trying to decide what god damn $15 box of candy to buy. And of course they were completely immersed in the decision and had no regard for the fact that we were allllllllllllll waiting to go. That is not their responsibility. It is the parents responsibility to observe and ensure that their kids are the least amount of a hassle for others as humanly possible. Period. In situations like this, the parent is supposed to gather information (i.e. what each kid wants) and then order it all at once.
That is called IN-PUBLIC-ETIQUETTE. Parents have to fucking master this. It is vital to the earths motherfucking rotation. And why the pimply faced cashier didn’t call his manager for some assistance is beyond me. But that is for an entirely different blog post.
Anyway. Back to the restaurant incident. My team at work are a rowdy bunch of vulgar jokesters. We talk shit. Loudly. I am pretty sure that we are all the red-headed-step children of the company all compiled in to one cubical area. So we go, and we decide that we don’t want to sit in the area they set up for us. (duh) Instead we take up 3 and a half tables, grab our own menus, and disrupt pretty much the entire bar area of the restaurant. (How in the fuck am I gonna be the one to write about etiquette? HAHA)
So the server, who was awesome, comes over and rocks our socks. She was organized and as quick as she could be considering that (of course) we all needed separate checks. (as an ex-server… I know how fucking annoying this request is) I watched her behind the bar making 17 drinks INCLUDING 6 milkshakes and 2 blended margaritas all by her kick-ass self. Granted, the process was a little bit slow, but she was busting her ass. Not a single hostess or manager came to assist her.
What kind of shit is that?!
Finally, toward the end of our meal, the manager (who I find out later is the owner) comes out to help take our cards and run payment. Convenient, right? I gave her my card, half knowing it wouldn’t go through. It is my “allowance account” and I deposit my spending money into it every payday so that I 1) don’t carry cash 2) don’t overspend and 3) make it inconvenient since it is 2 separate banks to keep having to withdraw and deposit. … (if that makes sense) Anyway the card declined like I suspected that it would, and this bitch had the audacity to announce it to the entire table and the 2 other tables sitting next to ours.
I couldnt make this shit up if I wanted to.
“Um, which one of you is Courtni? Courtni Kenyon-George?” <– this was from the far end of the table.
“That’d be me.”
“Honey (yes she called me honey) we need another card. This one says declined.”
Of course my rowdy, now wasted team starts clowning. Not because they are assholes, but because 1) I am a total smartass cunt at work and 2) because they know that I have no shame in my game. I really dont. But, that is not the point. The point, is that this dumb bitch does not know me. Or my overall care-free attitude about things. You just do not announce things like that at the top of your lungs like it is the new thing to do at a restaurant. Not a server… but definitely not a manager-slash-business-owner. People are crazy sensitive about all things money… and the wrong person might just have snapped and come across the wall of the booth, the table and the 6 people sitting inbetween her and the bitch calling the personal business out.
It is called etiquette, bitch. Get some.
When the server came back around to close us all out, (before I knew tacky broad was the owner) I said very politely:
“Just to let you know, it is beyond rude for someone to call their customer out about their financials. If you have a manager over her… you might want to let it be known for the future. Because I am not the one to really go ballistic… but the wrong bitch on the wrong day might.”
Her response? “I am so sorry that happened to you. How rude. But, to be perfectly honest, I really need this job. She is the owner, and I really cannot get fired. So I hope you dont mind that I dont say anything.”
Touche. A bitch needs her job. I cannot fault her for 1) not saying anything and 2) being honest about it. I bet she doesnt let that dumb ass bitch handle her tables again though.
I know that I wouldnt.
(Please stop a moment and enjoy the fucking amazingness that is this statement in the above image.)
Have you found yourself recently in a situation with a person that lacked etiquette?
How would YOU have reacted if it was your cc that declined?
Do you need to randomly rant today? This is the place to let it all out.
Tags: business owner, credit card, declined, etiquette, i love you man, job, money, movie co-worker, service
