Ah, Mother’s Day brunch. A paradox to all servers. While we have to deal with not seeing our families and instead cater to loads of little fully awake children, we also have a great opportunity to make tons of money.
This past Mother’s Day, the restaurant I work at offered a $39 buffet. It was effing LOADED with good stuff. We also featured a deal where kids 15 and under paid their age. A pretty stellar bargain, considering I’ve seen 15 year old boys eat. They aren’t messing around.
Around noon, a table walked in. All the servers trembled in fear as to who would have to serve this group of three women and seven kids under 10 years old. My friend (bless her) volunteered as tribute.
Upon greeting her table, the first words fired back to her from one woman were, “I just had surgery. I can’t eat much on your buffet. Can you let me eat for half price?” The server smiled, gained her composure and told the lady she would check. Being a holiday, and considering we try to keep people happy, the manager said he would let her eat for $20.
Had that been all, nobody would mind. However, this lady went up to the buffet more than anyone else at her table. Waffles, shrimp, crab legs, benedicts, chocolate cake. I told her server to charge her normally after that showing. She didn’t.
What did she get tipped on this table? Fifteen dollars. Ten people. Brunch. Hell on earth. Holiday. Fifteen dollars. Some people don’t deserve brunch.