"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!" The old man screamed to me.
Many time I've wondered this myself working in the restaurant I worked in.
Note to self: never be a reservationist in a high volume/ pre-theater restaurant EVER again!
Before I became a server in this particular NYC restaurant I was their reservationists/hostess. Basically, I did everything under the sun. I dealt with so many rude and demanding people that when someone was genuinely nice it took me by surprise. I learned that when people are brought up being fed with a silver spoon they expect everyone to treat them that way. In reality I despised these people and it killed me to give into their sick and twisted games they loved to play. However, as soon as I punched in every day I found myself feeding these people, literally and metaphorically with a silver spoon.
BUT, I wasn't always successful hiding my deep rooted, innate feelings and sometimes I just couldn't keep it inside.
For instance... It was a warm spring Saturday night around 7pm. Just a side note: This restaurant sat over 200 people, and within 1-1.5 had to have them out and to their shows.
At the time I was responsible for taking deliveries over the phone, checking the food before it went out, opening and closing checks, taking reservations, answering questions, cleaning and fixing menus, and doing anything else my managers asked me to do. To say the least I WAS BUSY!
I remember standing in the middle of the office wearing high heels and a phone headset, answering each call saying"please hold" while checking to make sure all the food was prepared the way it was supposed to be. The office was filled to the brim with delivery orders, phone calls were pouring in, and my head was spinning. To add to this mess, the delivery guys did not speak English OR Spanish, great. The phone kept ringing and I finally answered. "Hello, please hold" in the most polite voice I could. And thats when I heard the dreaded aggravated voice of an old man. I stayed on the line.
"Yes sir, how can I help you. What is your last name" I knew why he was calling.
Had I not had a headset on this is where I would have placed the phone 5 feet away from my ear.
"I am 80 years old, I have a broken hip and could have walked over faster than this delivery is taking."He screamed.
Looking at his delivery ticket I notice his order was placed 25 minutes ago. And he lived IN THE SAME BUILDING AS THE RESTAURANT!
I understood this guy is old, I understood he wanted to take advantage of the delivery option. I understood, I really did. But not that night.
"Well sir how about you come and pick it up then" I say nastily.
I brace myself.
"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!" The old man screamed to me.
"Yes. YES I AM!" I scream back.
"Well I want to speak with your manager."