Recap.
I worked a double today, while serving in the morning and expediting at dinner. Lunch was horrific. I had this extremely asshole table. Two mexicans, a guy and his girlfriend/wife and their lovechild. Cute little kid at least. They brought MCdonaldsfor the kid and he asked that was illegal in the restaurant and I told him not to my knowledge and I certainly did not care. Well as typical ethnic tables do they order something slightly expensive. No waters and lemons with bread for these average ethnic table. He ordered a meal deal and that does not happen much in the world of Angus with their coupon toting customers. Because the meal deals are around 12.99 and you can not use the freakin 6.75 coupon. Anyways to the asshole part. Up until the end I had no trouble with them.

I got their drinks out and salads out promptly and everything went ok. I had dropped off the check and had been by SEVERAL times, they still had not paid. I was back in the kitchen dressing another table's food. Phil got me because the guy was standing there at looking for me. Like he had been waiting forever for me to come by and pick up their bill. People have this mentallity, once the bill is on their table they will take their time and pay when they feel like it, usually a LONG time after you placed the bill there. Okay fine, you do not want to be rushed, whatever. But once they freaking put money or a card in that thing they think it's your top priority and you should be there in a flash to pick the fucker up. I am sorry, fuck of all you people who do this. I wait forever and go by the table a million times and you have not paid but once you are ready I am supposed to drop everything and run over to you. Ugh.

So he tells me he needs change for his $50. He FOLLOWS me to the bar where
I am getting change. He sits at the table behind me. Once I have the money and
I am counting it, he fucking STANDS BEHIND me. This is a huge petpeve, I can not
stand people over my shoulder while I am doing something. It makes me nervous
and makes it hard to my job and how fucking RUDE. So I had him the book with
the receipt, his change and smile yadda yadda. He asks about how much money there is and he opens it and says never mind I'll leave your tip in here. I walked over to the table a minute later, and the son of a bitch left me $.08 in the fucking book. Off of $30. something. You son of
a bitch! Die and rot in hell!