Itβs 9:55pm on a Tuesday night
A group of 10 teenage girls come into the restaurant.
βWhat time do you guys close?β
I say, βWe close at 10:00pmβ
She replies, βtable for ten pleaseβ
A little frustrated (because Iβm not a fucking hostess/server) I seat them and inform them that a server will be with them shortly.
I have to go to the back and retrieve a server who just got her tips from the day and is packing up to go home.
β_____, we have a table of ten for you..β
She started to cry because she had been there since we OPENED that morning and hadnβt seen her babies that day.
Obviously sheβs angry too, and it shows.
But sheβs still attentive to the young ladies.
They donβt get up from the table until almost 11:00 and come to the front to pay.
βOur server was a bitchβ
βOur server was meanβ
βOur server didnβt like usβ
βYour server just wanted to go home an hour ago,β I say.
βItβs her job, sheβs getting paid, so what?β
I let them know that sheβs worked hard today and wanted to be able to see her kids before her husband tucks them in bed.
They pay, leave no tip for her, and leave the building.
The moral of the story is that itβs not βcuteβ or βcoolβ to go to restaurants late at night right before they close.
Workers want to go home.
Workers want to see their families.
Workers want to get sleep so they can do it all over again tomorrow.
It doesnβt matter if youβre rude or polite.
When we say that we close at 10:00pm, we would really like to ACTUALLY close at 10:00pm. And even if you leave RIGHT AT closing, that server still has to clean up after you.
Make sure the table is clean, make sure the floor is clean, make sure the dishes are clean and put away, make sure they have their tips, and get a manager to walk them to their car.
We donβt care about your $3 tip.
We want to go home.