So here is the deal…people suck
If there is anything that my last few shifts at McYummy has taught me is that we live in a cruel world filled with really horrible people.
I think that’s one of the reasons why I would love to live in London so much. Even though I know horrible things happen over there, it still feels so much safer.
Between a girl being kidnapped/drugged/whatever actually happened, a shooter, a storm tearing down half the town, and in the larger picture the tragic state of the economy…it’s just more and more evident that maybe America isn’t the safest place.
I mean crime happens all the time in London. However, the deaths I heard about weren’t homicides; they were people jumping in front of the tube. The most dangerous things that occurred were student protests and 5” of snow. Ok so the government was tapping their phones…what else is new in the world, the government is always invading our personal space.
That issue alone I find interesting because yes, while the act of tapping a phone is a huge violation of privacy and crosses all sorts of moral boundaries. I wouldn’t freak out and I would give the same reasoning that I gave my mom in high school for why my room was always so messy.
I tended to not enjoy the task of cleaning my room growing up. My mother would love to remind me of how my brother’s room would always be in top shape. My brother also made some “not-so-good” choices in high school. She always threatened to come into my room and throw all my things on the floor so I would have to clean.
I would always respond to my mom accordingly… explaining that while that would be nuisance to me I had nothing to hide, unlike my mischievous brother who obviously kept his room clean just so she would have no reason to go snooping around.
This is how I feel about this phone-tapping thing. It is an annoying nuisance and completely crosses the boundaries. But if the government wants to listen to me talk to my mom about this weeks episode of The Bachelorette then that’s an hour of their lives that was just wasted, I have nothing to hide.
Getting back on topic. I miss London and I would much rather deal with phone tapping then some of the things that my country produces…like the following two couples…
ISSUE #1 : HORRIBLE PEOPLE
I’ve never understood the point in stealing. I once accidently stole a headband during my sophomore year of high school. I was trying on a headband at Wet Seal with an outfit and I had forgotten that it was on my head. So, when I got home I looked in the mirror and saw the stolen item atop my head.
I couldn’t bring it back because they would think I was a thief and then I wouldn’t be allowed to by clothes at Wet Seal anymore which would make me sad cause their shirts were always so comfy.
I couldn’t wear the headband because looking at it only reminded me of the horrible thing I had accidently done. That was 2.95 that Wet Seal would never receive and it was all because of me.
I couldn’t throw it away because it was a perfectly adorable headband that deserved to be worn.
So to this day this headband sits in my drawer staring at me. Only being worn the time I tried it on at the store and forgot to take it off.
It’s almost 5 years later and I still feel horrible about it. AND this was an accident. So what I cant understand is people who willingly decide to cheat people out of money.
First was this couple who came in Tuesday night. They each had the most expensive meal on the menu plus drinks. The restaurant wasn’t that busy at the time. I was juggling about 4 tables but 2 of them were already done and just hanging out for a while. I gave these people great service getting them whatever they wanted.
When they left I went to grab their check and they had marked a 0 on the tip thing. This doesn’t seem out of the ordinary because lots of people prefer to leave cash tips. I SEARCH the table for any sign of money…. nothing.
I sold this table over 50 dollars worth of food and they left me nothing. This was going to be one of my biggest tabs of the night.
I broke my rule….I cried at work
I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t believe it. I just stood there shocked as I stared at the receipt. How could someone be so mean? If I had been a bad waitress I would have accepted this as my punishment and moved on. These people were just mean trash who didn’t understand common decency. The insult of leaving no tip just whacked me over the heart in a way I was unprepared for….so I sped walked to the bathroom and broke down crying.
These aren’t the worst people of the week
On Thursday a couple came in. They both had drinks and full racks of ribs and just walked out on their check. Which means…no money for McYummy and more importantly no tip for me.
I don’t understand how people do that. Who can go home feeling good about themselves after walking out on a check? Do these people not know that I make 2.15 an hour and that if they don’t tip me then I basically get nothing for serving them. That didn’t make me sad….that just made me mad.
I want to know who was raised to think that walking out on your check is ok. I want to find those parents and tell them the following things
1) You are a horrible parent
2) You owe me tip money
3) I hope that someone steals from you
4) I also hope a tornado takes your home to Oz but not the Dorothy version of OZz….a version where the wicked witch throws a house on YOU!!!
On a lighter note….
THING #2: Overheard at McYummy
So there are sites online called Overheard at… . It’s especially big on campuses around the country. This week I am doing my own version…things I find to be funny dinner conversation
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Guy talking to his friend “But you would have pulled out even if she hadn’t said anything right?”
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Older Brother : “No all the Jedi Warriors were killed off at the end of Star Wars”
Younger Brother: “That’s NOT TRUE!!!!”
OB: “yes it is…that was George Lucas’ plan”
YB: (breaks down sobbing…I mean actually audibly sobbing) “Why would you say something like that!!!!!”
OB: “You are being ridiculous”
YB: “What about luke skywalker”
OB: “He’ll kill him off too…Lucas said that he wants to make a 7,8, and 9 before he dies”
YB: “I hate you…you’ve ruined my life” (runs to the bathroom crying)
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Father talking to his 3 children: “Now when mommy gets here we're not telling her that we ate that molten as an appetizer”
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Woman having a cocktail with her friend over potato skins: “So I told him that he either gets us a pool or a divorce”
Friend: “I was wondering how you convinced him.”
Woman: “He was being ridiculous, I don’t care if he was having a mid-life crisis. He was not spending our money on some stupid motorcycle…so I chose the thing he was going to blow his money on FOR HIM”
Friend: “Dave would never go for that”
Woman: (whispers) “When I told him we could have sex in the pool…he started calling for quotes the next day”
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Man: “I need to stop dropping Ipads down the stairs…this is getting expensive”
Those are my thoughts on serving for the time being.
