Snotty Snotface

We eat at Garden Grille pretty often.

The food is good.  And I feel healthy after.  Even if I’ve just eaten a pound of cheese with guacamole on top of it.  Just being around those vegetables makes me feel better about my food intake.

One of the servers hates us.

We can’t figure out why.

We tried tipping her well for a while, to see if we could sway her, but no dice.  She is still a surly snot to us.  She ignores us.  She is slow as molasses up hill in the winter (you can thank my mom for that visual… she used to say it all the time.) And, we recently learned, when she screws  something up, she blames it on us.

This recent Indexed post made me think of her.  Because I sort of want to not tip her at all, but I can’t, because I used to work behind a counter.  I was not a snotty snotface to my customers.

The other night, we were there, eating, with a totally different, lovely, server waiting on us.

Apparently snotty snotface was the person making the beverages.

Two people in my party ordered a beverage that was a little bit off the menu.  Sans banana, one of the regular items… we always order this particular beverage this particular way.

Snotty snotface screwed it up.  She forgot to put in the ginger juice.

So, they asked the nice server who was tending to us if she could fix it.

Overheard when she brought the beverages back for a ginger juice addition:

If they hadn’t been so picky about it, I wouldn’t have forgotten it.

Really, snotty snotface?

You really think that it’s ok to blame the customer for you not reading the slip? Or perhaps just ignoring it?  Really?