When I was in college, I waited tables at a very nice seafood house. We used to get in a lot of rich a-holes who thought they were important and liked to show off to the friends or clients they were there having dinner with. Variations of this story happened numerous times during my tenure there, but here's the basic version of it:
Rich A-Hole: Oh, boy! Boy! *snapping his finger*
Me (the waiter): Are you talking to me? *surprised that someone would be rude enough to actually call me that*
Rich A-Hole: Yes, boy. I believe our party is ready to order our meals, so let's stop just standing around and get a move on, eh? Chop chop! Hahahahahahaaaaaaaa! (Tries to make the people he's with think he's just having fun with me instead of being a rude, obnoxious A-Hole by laughing loudly)
Me: Alright, what would you like, Ma'am? *starts taking the order of the lady at the table first*
Rich A-Hole: I'll have the Top Sirloin. Tell the chef that I want it Medium. Not pink in the middle. Not burnt. Perfectly medium and tell him not to f**k it up.
Me: ....
Rich A-Hole: Oh, yeah, and I'll have the baked potato loaded with everything. Tell the chef to pick out the biggest one for me! I don't want some little tiny thing on my plate. And no vegetables or salad. I'm a MAN not a rabbit! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Oh, yeah, and I'll take another martini, too. Tell the bartender not to skimp on the Glen Livet this time!
Me: Alllllright. And for you, Ma'am? *goes back to the lady at the table to take her order*
Rich A-Hole: Oh, and boy, we need more bread when you have a moment.
Me: I'll have the busser bring that right out to you, sir, as soon as I've finished getting everyone's orders.
Rich A-Hole: I don't think you understood me, boy, we need bread! Now! HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
Me: ... *flags down a busser and asks them to go get some bread for the table and then finally gets through the process of taking everyone elses orders.
After being run around for various things by this Rich A-Hole while everyone's enjoying their salads or soups, dinner finally arrives.
Me: There we are. *finishes serving everyone their plates* I hope you enjoy your dinners. Is there anything I can get you? No? Okay, I'll stop back by in a bit to check on you and make sure everything's alright, then.
Rich A-Hole: Oh, no you don't, boy. You're staying right here until I know this steak is PERFECT! *cuts a piece off and inspects it before putting it into his mouth, tentatively* This hasn't been cooked to a medium. There's still just a little pink in there!
Me: *looking at the steak which is cooked to the most perfect medium I've ever seen before* It looks very even and medium, sir.
Rich A-Hole: Well, you must be blind AND stupid! Take it back and tell the chef to do it right this time! And tell him I want the BIG potato he's got back there! And bring me another martini!
Me: ...
Chef: *"accidentally" drops the steak on the ground and steps on it a few times before getting it onto the grill. Drools on it a bit while he's picking it up as he mutters four letter words about Rich A-Hole*
Me: *serves steak which has basically been heated up a little bit by the chef, but otherwise hasn't been cooked much more than that; the potato is the same freakin' one he had before*
Rich A-Hole: *cuts another piece* That's more like it! Tell the chef he should have done it like that in the first place! And THAT is a baked potato, not that little tiny thing he gave me before.
Me: I'm glad you like it, sir.
After dinner, Rich A-Hole continues his usual schtick while ordering dessert. Everyone he is with looks embarassed. Then he says those magical words:
Rich A-Hole: Oh, boy! I would like some decaf coffee, please.
Me: Absolutely sir! *goes and gets Rich A-Hole is coffee and is very attentive with the coffee pot the remainder of the time that Rich A-Hole is in the restaurant, making sure he's got a full cup.
Rich A-Hole: Are you SURE this is decaf?
Me: Absolutely, sir.
Rich A-Hole: Well, at least they do the coffee right in this place. *drinks four cups of "decaf" and then leaves a sh1tty tip just like we all knew he would. Actually says "Thanks, boy! You might not go on welfare after all!" on his way out.
Me: Good night. Drive safe. *said with a big smile*
What Rich A-Hole doesn't know, and is the reason I'm smiling so big, is that Rich A-Hole just drank four cups of what we called "Busser Coffee". Busser Coffee was a pot of the richest, darkest, most caffeine-laden roast we had, filled to the brim of the brewing basket before being brewed, with a decaf cap on top of the pot. It was made especially for guys like Rich A-Hole to make sure they had plenty of time to think about what a Rich A-Hole they are and how rude they were to the staff of our restaurant while they are staring at the ceiling...all...night....long.
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