Backtrack: I work at a restaurant. In between siphoning dead orders, smoking in the beer fridge, and stuffing my trunk with Styrofoam cups, I actually serve tables.
Several weeks ago, when the Raiders
played the Jets,
I was working at my restaurant and didn't have access to the game (I live in Miami). All day I was scrambling around, trying to find a TV that had ESPN on, hoping that I'd catch the score on the bottom crawl. No luck.
Finally, near closing time, an elder lady came in with a younger woman. They sat in my section, and asked if I knew what the score in the Dolphins/Saints
game had been.
Me: "I don't know, ma'am, but I know the Dolphins lost."
At which point she pulls out her iPhone and starts looking up the game highlights.
Me: "Hey, do you think you can check the score in the Raiders/Jets game for me?"
Her: "Sure. Are you a Raiders fan?"
Me: "Yes ma'am. Till the day I die."
Then the younger one looks over and says, "So, what do you think about JaMarcus Russell
Diplomacy is one of my strengths, but asking me what I think about JaMarcus Russell is like asking a Trojan what he thinks about wooden horses.
Me: "Well, to be perfectly honest, he sucks. Plain and simple. No heart, no passion, no will to win."
Her: "Well, I'll be sure to tell him you said so. I'm his cousin."
The kicker? She was the only table of the day to leave a 20% tip, which leads me to believe that insults, not good service, is the way to make it in the restaurant biz.
On a follow up, one of my coworkers asked me if I thought she'd really pass along the message. My reply? "If she did, she'd be the only one in the family who could pass anything."