Vaxidd8 wrote:
I host at a restaurant with an outside deck and a beer garden off to the side where people can drink and smoke without bothering customers. Good set-up, and most people appreciate it.
Most nights, though, there's this point in time where it seems everyone gets drunk enough to just kinda ignore the signs we put up and sit their asses down in the dining section and light up. Now at this point it's my job to go over to them and say something to the effect of "Excuse me sir/ma'am, but could you please smoke over there in the beer garden? This area is for dining, so I really can't have you smoking over here." Most people will just apologize and go right over there and bam ok they're fine. Other people have either had too much to drink, or are just naturally assholes.
This one time this big booty guy and his two friends were smoking right in front of where I stand and greet people and that want to eat and what not. This also happens to be the door where the waitstaff brings food out to the customers on large trays. They were completely in the way, and close enough to the dining section that I had to say something to them. I give my usual little speech, and they just kinda look at me and chuckle. They move like two feet closer to the beer garden and continue smoking. Now, at least, they're out of the way of the waitstaff, but they are now not only directly next to other diners, but they are throwing their butts into the plants, so that don't fly. I go over to them and tell them to once again bring it into the beer garden. I'm more stern now I'm not playin around. Now the guy gets rustled and he's like "Yeah, ok fuckface" and he takes another drag and throws his cigarette at me. Puts a burn on my favorite suit jacket. Now, not only am I rustled off, but I do not care about the status of my job enough to not give this guy the business. Soon as the guy turns to laugh with his friends about throwing a fucking lit cigarette at me, I punch him straight in the side of the head. I didn't punch him hard enough to knock him down, but he was a little drunk so he stumbled around for a while. Now his friends were helping him up and were about to come at me when one of the bouncers (who I'm pretty chill with, and who saw all this going down) comes in and gets in between and tells them to get their asses out. So they leave and management kinda never has to know about that incident.
I mean, I still have to deal with both drunken retards, and regular retards almost every night, but at least they're not as bad as those fuckin clowns.
I said I was sorry about that.
Jeez, talk about living in the past.