a baseball bat…
I can only imagine the look on R’s face when he pulled up in front of the restaurant coming back from a delivery only to find it surrounded by police cruisers… Needless to say Friday night/Saturday morning was FAR from boring. We were busy, and by busy I mean not stop total chaos ALL night! So we decided in the best interest of all of us to close early. We were running out of food, the fryers had gotten so low on oil that even making an order of fries was complicated. We had orders flying out the door and for some reason we had a whole lot of drunk people piling in as well. Which killed me because you can plainly see that were busy and while most people were pretty cool about it, this one emo-tard was being a douche-bag so I made him wait longer for his food on purpose. Mostly because I could! Anyway that’s irrelevant to my “mishap” that occurred.
So R had to go on some deliveries because we were totally swamped and we opted to close at 3:30am instead of 4. So I was asked to watch the computer, and what have you. No problem! That is until 6 drunk guys stumbled in the door at 3:35 am… A large majority of them being black, except for that cute French white guy oh and one girl. All of them at least half a foot taller if not more so then I and considerably larger then myself. Yes the whole racial profiling thing has some relevance and I will get to that in a second. They come up to the counter and after a minute of hey how are you stuff, they got pretty pissed that I told them due to circumstances beyond our control we had to shift our closing time from 4am to 3:30. So they were all dissapointed, which was what I expected except for this one guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer! He was literally begging me to make him food. Thankfully C had no more orders working at the time so I stood firm and said no. I even turned down a walk-in pick up order because we both had enough and wanted to get the hell out of there!
Then this one asshole got exceptionally belligerent and well he just picked the wrong place/date/time to get up my ass! There was no room left there for anyone else at that point! All of his friends were like look man she’s closed let’s go and he just wouldn’t leave! So then he slams his fist down on the counter and says your not listening to me. So I in turn slammed my fist down on the counter and said no your not fucking listening to me! So on comes the ultimate screaming match with some random dude… His friends got smart and left and only that asshole and the one guy trying to contain him were still inside. He just wouldn’t get the hint so I went out front to escort them out and possibly punch someone in the face. All of his friends and a few random customers came in once again and it was getting crowded in there and no one was listening to me. My co-worker well he was no help what so ever… So since they wouldn’t leave I went back behind the counter to grab the baseball bat that we have in the kitchen for some random reason. That’s when things got really ugly.
The whole front was total chaos, I was getting ready to start knocking heads off like some people do mailboxes. So drunk guys buddy gets all up in my face talking shit, saying listen to me over and over again. WTF there isn’t anything left to say other then get the fuck outta my restaurant! My co-worker ended up calling the cops who to my amazement showed up in about 5 minutes and broke the party up. Turns out because these two girls came in and seeing how it was late I let them stay in there because they were running away from some random dude; drunken ass thought I was refusing to serve him because he was black. WTF!?! Are you kidding me? No I don’t give a damn what your race/gender/ etc. is if I’m CLOSED I am NOT serving ANYONE! So needless to say the cops took care of them, made sure that those of us inside were OK and that was that. No one at work is going to screw with me now lol.
So yesterday I was only supposed to work from 8-11pm because the other guy I was working with I ended up working for him Friday night but I somehow got sucked into working from 8pm-4am UGH… Anyway G asked me if I knew the guys name so that he could call him and apologize for Friday night. If ANYONE should be apologized to, its ME. So what if that one guy orders a lot, I make ALL the damn food that comes outta that place more often then not! Yeah I get that we need the business (what place doesn’t?) and all that shit but honestly the personal safety of your staff should come first! If my own personal safety is threatened in ANY way I will do whatever it takes to protect myself! Its not as if I was having a bad night and felt the need to get in touch with my inner bad ass. That really pissed me off! I spoke to my immediate boss about that and one of the owners. While I respect their point of view, I don’t agree with it at all!
Although in spite of all the bullshit, some good things do happen! The biggest issue I had at work has officially been eliminated 😀 Hooray! Also good things come in cute packages… So had Michael not did what he did then I wouldn’t be enjoying that… So not only did I get a bitching tattoo, I just might get something awesome outta the deal. I’m down with that! 😉 Thanks!