medical & illness

I was working on a slow Friday night in a small family owned B.B.Q. place in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was getting close to closing time when a family of 3 (mom, dad and a small child) came in and sat down at one of my booths. It was almost 10pm and I thought nothing of the fact that the child was wanting to lay down in the booth.

I took the order for the parents and asked if the little one would be having anything… they responded “no.” I brought salads and bread to the table as well as butter for the bread. I continued to do my closing duties when I noticed the mother pull out a large butter tub like you have at home. Wondering why our butter (which was the same) was not to her liking, I watched. WRONG THING TO DO!!! There was no butter in the tub!! It was empty… The tub was for the child, whom I thought was just tired, to throw up in!! WHY??? If you know you have a sick child… get your food to go!!

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After a pleasant day out shopping with my sister, we decided to have lunch at a Big Chain Burger joint. We were seated mere feet away from the restrooms (this is key). We ordered our food and began to enjoy. About half way through, I heard a violent coughing begin at a table behind me. At the same time, my sister who was facing that direction turned completely gray, promptly dropped her burger and declared she was done. I asked her what was wrong as I turned in my chair, she grabbed my arm and said DON’T. Apparently, a girl who was about 14-15 years old, began to cough so hard she was THROWING UP all over herself and the table. Her family (Mother and Aunt) quickly abandoned their seats in the booth and just stood and watched her. She had pauses long enough to make her way to the bathroom, but didn’t bother to move, resulting in an even larger mess for the poor wait staff to clean up. During the entire episode, she whined about it coming out her nose.

After she was all done, the mother went out to the car, retrieved a shirt that had been purchased that day and sent the daughter to change in the restroom. The girl’s complaint? “I don’t wanna wear that! It hasn’t been washed yet!” Honestly! One would think that by 14 years old, one would know to at least attempt to make it to the restroom when such things happen. We asked for the bill and left a huge tip for the waitress, knowing she would be one of the people who had to clean up and haven’t eaten there since.

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A few years ago my family decided to take me out for Mother’s Day Brunch. Since they did not make reservations anywhere and I wanted everyone to be able to get what they liked, we chose what I’ll call the “Yellow Round-Up.”

It was an unusually warm Spring day and half of the restaurant did not have air-conditioning and the side that did was packed. We sat in the warm side and decided to make the best of it.

I started with a salad and after eating half of it I discovered a dead lady bug lying in the lettuce. I brought it to the attention of our server who really only cleaned away the dirty plates since this was a buffet-style restaurant. He looked at it and only said, “Sorry.” I understood they were busy so I just pushed it aside and went on to something else.

After choosing my dinner and getting a roll I went to get butter from the buffet table on the non-air conditioned side. I looked in the crock and the butter was completely melted. May have been good for lobster but not for rolls.

I went back to the table with my family and my daughter whispered she needed to use the restroom. I pointed it out to her and after she came back she said she had slipped and fallen because the floor in the ladies room was wet. I went to check it out and the floor was tiled and actually had condensation on it from the lack of air conditioning. She was not hurt so we let it go.

I returned back to the table with the family which was in a half walled-in area with a small space between the walls for entering/exiting the dining area to the buffet. I got up to go back to the buffet for something but I could not leave. The heat must have gotten to someone and they had vomited all over the carpet in the enter/exit area. Which meant we were sort of trapped where we were until they could clean it up which took forever since they were so busy and it appeared no one (and I can’t blame them!) wanted to clean it.

Once we were able to leave I went back to the buffet to get my son some ice cream. He wanted the various sprinkles and such on top. When we got to the crock with the chocolate-covered-raisins I just had to laugh. At this point I didn’t know what else to do! The crock was nothing but chocolate syrup and raisins sitting at the bottom from the heat.

I told the manager before we left of all the misadventures we endured during our visit and he just shrugged and said, “We told you the air conditioning wasn’t working in half the restaurant and you chose to sit there anyway.” I did write to the corporate office a few days later just to let them know of my experience on what should have been a special and pleasant Mother’s Day. They explained that they would forward my complaint the manager. Needless to say, I never heard from the manager and I knew I would not. We have not been back to this particular “Yellow Round-Up” and it has since closed down.

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My wife and I saw this in the early 90′s, and we still shake our heads about it.

We went to a moderately upscale restaurant in coastal California and were seated next to a party of four, two men and two women, who were in their late 30′s. They had finished their appetizers and were getting their entrées as we ordered. As we worked through our meal our neighbors finished up with coffee and dessert. Then the fun began.

A fifth person joined their table just before the bill arrived. From what we could overhear, he was the boyfriend of one of the women and planned to take her out after she’d eaten. However, the other diners persuaded him to order his own entrée. As this delayed their departure by at least another half hour, their waitress was obviously upset and we overheard her tell them she had another party ready for the table. They went ahead with their extra order anyway, and added a dessert for him, too.

At the end of the meal, we overheard the principal instigator of the extra meal claim that the waitress was “rude” and didn’t deserve a tip. The other original man at the table said no, she deserved something and put a significant amount of cash on the table, but the host ended up gathering all the money and leaving it to the penny – no tip on a meal close to $150! Since her other party was put elsewhere she lost two substantial gratuities. And to top it off, the second woman at the table, who had had chocolate mousse for dessert, threw up her meal on the table just before they left.

I assume they went back to their trailers for the evening.

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Brave Bartender Stops Slugfest

January 14, 2008 Odds & Ends Stories

Here’s one from the owner of an upscale establishment. Happened a few years ago. Several couples (co-workers at a nearby brokerage firm and their spouses) were dining at a long table next to the front window of this particular restaurant. A man walked by and saw them sitting there. He happened to have just been [...]

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