I Am Not Giving You Any Cobbler

Fri, 2008-04-04 03:54

When you work in a restaurant, you have people coming in right at closing time on occasion. I never let that bother me too much. Sometimes people can be tired, lost and hungry, and they can be real grateful to you if you feed them.

That is not the same as people who just sit there and talk long after the place is closed, but I did not bring you here to talk about them.

So I am there working one Tuesday night, and doggone if a really big table of about 9 or 11 don't come in three minutes to closing. I know it was a Tuesday because there was a special on Tuesday and doggone if one of them doesn't order it. Special comes with dessert. An extra step.

So I get them all fed and start on the stuff I gotta do before I can leave and maybe get the old man a Pepsi and get him and me fed before midnight. I do a few things and then I figure it is about time to take that guy his dessert.

I just get it and put it on a tray because I figure hey, if he don't want it, somebody eat it.

I make it out to the table. The guy who ordered the special is sitting with his back to me. I am standing right behind him, when he says kinda loud like:

"Well I ain't leaving a tip."

I immediately say, just as loud like, "Well then, I ain't giving you your cobbler."

I was hoping for laughs. I had figured in the possibility of insults. What I got was something I never imagined.

Blank Horrified Stares. Lots of them. I meekly say OK and give him his cobbler.

Soon after, they start to leave. This is where the truly amazing part starts. One by one, the other people at the table take me aside, apologize, and hand me wads of cash. They suggest I try comedy. They compare me to Carol Burnett. One of them even offers a direct explanation.

"Sorry about that guy, but ya know, he is from Tennessee."

It almost moved me to admit the truth, namely, that I am from Tennessee too.

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I've worked in restaurants

Fri, 2008-04-04 19:16
Jude's picture

I've worked in restaurants all my life and the stories I could and have told are amazing. I also am from Tennessee originally. Have a good one.

Restaurants are bizarre,

Sun, 2008-04-06 23:34

This one was even more so. I may post more stories as I remember them. Thanks for stopping by!

I only wish . . .

Mon, 2008-04-07 00:21
Foolery's picture

. . . I had ever said something that bold during all my years in retail and the restaurant business. That was great! I hope you post more waitress stories. And thanks for commenting on my blog -- come back any time.

Life is certainly

Mon, 2008-04-07 13:12

Life is certainly interesting when you can't keep your fool mouth shut.

I have your blog right here in my Bloglines, and thanks, I will be back!

Blonde Borgs have the same fun.

Been there

Thu, 2008-04-10 16:42
Jasko's picture

I enjoyed this one, thanks for sharing. By the way I was working for a huge cruise company for more then 3 years- as a buss boy and headwaiter in enormously big dining room. This made me recall of my restaurant disasters. It is the hardest job in the world, but sometimes it feels like the opposite. Maybe I will write a novel entitled: Tree main courses waiting for the right time, or : The Last Dessert Before Sunrise

Sounds like a book I would enjoy,

Fri, 2008-04-11 22:18

I am not so sure I would enjoy working on a cruise ship. It seems like people would be even "more so" in a situation like that.

I do enjoy bussing tables, it is lower stress and much easier on the body. Too bad it does not pay as well. Smiling

I really enjoyed this story.

Sat, 2008-05-24 21:15
miranoriel's picture

I really enjoyed this story. Laughing out loud

Now I want some cobbler. Uh oh...


Sun, 2008-05-25 22:32

Working in a restaurant not only brings occasional goodies like cobbler, but sometimes meals, especially if you are hungry enough to eat A LOT of the same thing. Good times indeed.

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