at the Lakeside Cafe. The breakfast special this weekend was a mini French toast combo. Brian and I had the same thing (makes it easier for the server). French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon (crispy), coffee and water, no lemon.
We got there around 7:30. They were hammered with customers. They only had two wait people working (more came in at eight). I guess early Sunday mornings usually aren’t busy.
Well, when we left, some guy was bitching at one of the women who came in at eight. “That table over there was dirty [pointed to a different section], we’re not sitting there, I’ve worked in the restaurant industry, blah, blah, blah”, so she was over cleaning a table in the section where we’d been eating. I looked at him and said “hey, there were only two people working this morning and they’ve had a lot of customers”, kind of like “give ‘em a break”. Well, he says something to me and I just shake my head and to the roll eyes thing. Right when Brian and I left, we heard him tell his companion, “let’s leave”. Jerk. These women were working their asses off, I can understand being put out if they were sitting around doing nothing, but they were busy.
I said to Brian on the way home what I’d have loved to say to that guy at the restaurant “yeah, I understand about you having worked in the industry, so you know how it should be; I used to be an asshole so I know one when I see one” and pointedly look at him.
People like him should stick to the drivethrough at a fast food restaurant.