Restaurant Jerks

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Hello,

so I was hungry after watching a bunch of prison break (like 18 hours worth or whatever, it only felt like a few minutes) and I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel (How does Michael break out this time?).

I decided to go to a restaurant. So I go to one of my faveourite places in town (Dublin Town that is) and I ask for a table. The dude behind the little podium thing who shows people to their tables, says it'll only be a half an hour for the next table. So I tell him I'll take a seat at the bar (literally three feet away) and he says he'll call me.

So 45 minutes later, I go up and ask what the story with our table is. And he says he called me loudly for five minutes a while ago and he was screaming his head off looking for me.... Then he asks my name. So I give him the old "whatever" look and head on out.

Has this ever happened to you?

Saila

whats the new whatever look

TeddyTedson

yea like this is not uncommon really

mikemac

So you went on your own?

If the place was full they'll make more money getting a couple or a group.
Can't have one person taking up a table in a busy restaurant

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TeddyTedson wrote: »

yea like this is not uncommon really

Its common for restaurant table-shower guys to lie to their customers? What's that about? Why do they do that?

Seaneh

Should have either.
A) made a reservation
got take away
C) gone to a burger bar
D) Blast him with...

AnonoBoy

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Hello,

so I was hungry after watching a bunch of prison break (like 18 hours worth or whatever, it only felt like a few minutes) and I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel (How does Michael break out this time?).

Can we see the first chapter of your Prison Break fan-fiction novel?

Princess Consuela Bananahammock

Thread title is misleading

(I thougt it was about dangerfapping)

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feelingstressed wrote: »

So you went on your own?

If the place was full they'll make more money getting a couple or a group.
Can't have one person taking up a table in a busy restaurant

But why not tell me before hand that he might give it to someone from whom he will make more money - thats understandable.... why did he lie to me?

policarp

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Hello,

so I was hungry after watching a bunch of prison break (like 18 hours worth or whatever, it only felt like a few minutes) and I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel (How does Michael break out this time?).

I decided to go to a restaurant. So I go to one of my faveourite places in town (Dublin Town that is) and I ask for a table. The dude behind the little podium thing who shows people to their tables, says it'll only be a half an hour for the next table. So I tell him I'll take a seat at the bar (literally three feet away) and he says he'll call me.

So 45 minutes later, I go up and ask what the story with our table is. And he says he called me loudly for five minutes a while ago and he was screaming his head off looking for me.... Then he asks my name. So I give him the old "whatever" look and head on out.

Has this ever happened to you?

You should've Pushed your way over to a free table and asked for immediate service...

Senna

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

But why not tell me before hand that he might give it to someone from whom he will make more money - thats understandable.... why did he lie to me?

Easier than having someone shout, complain and make a seen. With his way, you just "So I give him the old "whatever" look and head on out. ", i'm guessing its not his first day on the job.

KeithM89_old

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel (How does Michael break out this time?).

He doesnt, he died.

eternal

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Hello,

so I was hungry after watching a bunch of prison break (like 18 hours worth or whatever, it only felt like a few minutes) and I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel (How does Michael break out this time?).

I decided to go to a restaurant. So I go to one of my faveourite places in town (Dublin Town that is) and I ask for a table. The dude behind the little podium thing who shows people to their tables, says it'll only be a half an hour for the next table. So I tell him I'll take a seat at the bar (literally three feet away) and he says he'll call me.

So 45 minutes later, I go up and ask what the story with our table is. And he says he called me loudly for five minutes a while ago and he was screaming his head off looking for me.... Then he asks my name. So I give him the old "whatever" look and head on out.

Has this ever happened to you?

What is this ? you say our here did you say you were on your own

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Senna wrote: »

Easier than having someone shout, complain and make a seen. With his way, you just "So I give him the old "whatever" look and head on out. ", i'm guessing its not his first day on the job.

But if, instead of promising me a table, he said "look, something will open up in 30 minutes, but if I get a better offer (i.e more people) then I'm giving it to them" - then thats a fair deal.

Instead he lied. He chose to lie. What's that about?

Senna

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

But if, instead of promising me a table, he said "look, something will open up in 30 minutes, but if I get a better offer (i.e more people) then I'm giving it to them" - then thats a fair deal.

Instead he lied. He chose to lie. What's that about?

Most people wont see it as a fair deal and would have grounds to complain, he could have refused service, but he cant say "i'm not serving you because you wont spend enough". I'm afraid your just going to have to accept this.

And by the way, restaurants are dying on their arse (i should know), why would you even wait 30 minutes anywhere, there plenty more restaurants dying for your custom.

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eternal wrote: »

What is this ? you say our here did you say you were on your own

I had my michael scofield cut out with me but "society" doesn't recognise him as a "person"

Agricola

God, middle class dilemmas up in da big schmoke....

I headed down to Jamsies' in the village and got 2 battered sausages and a curry chip. In and out in 7 minutes.

TeddyTedson

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Its common for restaurant table-shower guys to lie to their customers? What's that about? Why do they do that?

Absolutely.
You got away lightly.
I know a certain super market that is superb for value but had workers there that would do the most disgusting things to the deli. I had to stop buying rolls from it as soon as I heard.

Cheap Thrills!

It's never happened to me OP!

I wouldn't queue like a chump for food!

m@cc@

AnonoBoy wrote: »

Can we see the first chapter of your Prison Break fan-fiction novel?

Chapter 1



A man in a hat entered the room. He took off the hat. “It's you!” They all said...........................

Saila

m@cc@ wrote: »

Chapter 1



A man in a hat entered the room. He took off the hat. “It's you!” They all said...........................

I recognise you from that ...

partyatmygaff

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

But if, instead of promising me a table, he said "look, something will open up in 30 minutes, but if I get a better offer (i.e more people) then I'm giving it to them" - then thats a fair deal.

Instead he lied. He chose to lie. What's that about?

He can hardly say that though. It would be seen as cold and unfriendly.

sunflower27

m@cc@ wrote: »

Chapter 1



A man in a hat entered the room. He took off the hat. “It's you!” They all said...........................

You bought the T-shirt, didn't you!

eternal

I find it strange you said our ,than you were on your own .Unless it was a typo which you could have just said besides being smart.Unless it was The Merrion I wouldnt wait.

Standard Toaster

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Hello,

so I was hungry after watching a bunch of prison break (like 18 hours worth or whatever, it only felt like a few minutes) and I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel...

Wut?

tricks

Standard Toaster wrote: »

Wut?

Yeah


I agree.

omen80

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

So I give him the old "whatever" look...

Wow, you showed him!

MyKeyG

I enjoy fine food but there's no restaurant in Dublin that produces quality worth waiting 30 minutes to be seated for relative to alternative choice.

FlutterinBantam

You should have said "Fair enough maitre,I just have to use your facilities and be on my way."

You should then have gone to the privvy,surveyed the scene, done the mental calculation, doffed the kex, pointed the rusty teatowel holder at a 45 degree angle and scudded out a sludge of soft scutter which contaminated as many fittings and blanketed as much bathroom furniture as possible.

If possible, block the crappers with paper and flush.

That might put manners on the little fcuker, when he had to clean that up:mad:

Jumped up gimps!!

Crucifix

KeithM89 wrote: »

He doesnt, he died.

Michael Scofield breaks out of purgatory

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eternal wrote: »

I find it strange you said our ,than you were on your own .Unless it was a typo which you could have just said besides being smart.Unless it was The Merrion I wouldnt wait.

eternal,

I literally and truthfully had my Michael Schofield cut out with me. I don't know what to tell you.

Pusher

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Agricola wrote: »

God, middle class dilemmas up in da big schmoke....

I headed down to Jamsies' in the village and got 2 battered sausages and a curry chip. In and out in 7 minutes.

Middle class? MIDDLE CLASS??????

That's one corner, counter revolutionary thinking my friend. Wihtout knowing me, you have placed me squarly into the deep underbelly of the decaying strata that is our class system. Well let me tell you, I belong to no class. There is no box, no group and no case that you will place me in. Like my hero Michael Scofield, I will break free from any of societies constraints with the fury of god's own thunder. And let me also say this Agricola, that if you must place me, if I must be defined, if I must be locked in a box so rotten the smell of death and despair fills my nostrils. I will be placed only in the one box that counts. Only in the box of the working man, the criminal, the vagabond and the roustabout will I be placed. Because, as my hero Michael Scofield once read somewhere; if there is a criminal element I am of it, if there is a lower class I am in it and as long as there is a man in prison, I am not free. My hero Michael Scofield knew that - and it helped him achieve his greatness.

You know, I've realised something. The reason that guy was rude to me. He is the capitallist elite and he saw me as only profit. His brain and vision don't work like normal god fearing people like you and Michael Scofield. He weighs things up as a series of checks and balances that will result in the most profit for him and his fat cat restaurant owner friends. No longer is a trip to a restaurant about enjoying food in the company of the ones you love. Now, its a dance, a display, a whirlwind, a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury that signifies nothing.

This is the capitalist dining experience and somehow I've lost my apetite.

gosuckonalemon

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Hello,

so I was hungry after watching a bunch of prison break (like 18 hours worth or whatever, it only felt like a few minutes) and I was celebrating having finished writing my Prison Break mystery novel (How does Michael break out this time?).

I decided to go to a restaurant. So I go to one of my faveourite places in town (Dublin Town that is) and I ask for a table. The dude behind the little podium thing who shows people to their tables, says it'll only be a half an hour for the next table. So I tell him I'll take a seat at the bar (literally three feet away) and he says he'll call me.

So 45 minutes later, I go up and ask what the story with our table is. And he says he called me loudly for five minutes a while ago and he was screaming his head off looking for me.... Then he asks my name. So I give him the old "whatever" look and head on out.

Has this ever happened to you?

Why the fcuk would anyone be arsed to queue for 45 mins in a restaurant to eat alone? Very strange.

Kinetic^

feelingstressed wrote: »

So you went on your own?

Forever alone....

biko

http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2HdDMbQEOVE/SFDY7RlUj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ULa4lTy53s0/funny-picture-pardonay-mwah-cat.jpg

pickarooney

I can't wait to hear what The Birdman of Alcatraz' best mate gets up to in Eddie Rockets or how Papillon's cellmate got on with his septic tank cleaning.

kfallon

FlutterinBantam wrote: »

You should have said "Fair enough maitre,I just have to use your facilities and be on my way."

You should then have gone to the privvy,surveyed the scene, done the mental calculation, doffed the kex, pointed the rusty teatowel holder at a 45 degree angle and scudded out a sludge of soft scutter which contaminated as many fittings and blanketed as much bathroom furniture as possible.

If possible, block the crappers with paper and flush.

That might put manners on the little fcuker, when he had to clean that up:mad:

Jumped up gimps!!

Yeah I mean what a fool the OP is for not thinking about that :pac:

pebbles21

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Middle class? MIDDLE CLASS??????

That's one corner, counter revolutionary thinking my friend. Wihtout knowing me, you have placed me squarly into the deep underbelly of the decaying strata that is our class system. Well let me tell you, I belong to no class. There is no box, no group and no case that you will place me in. Like my hero Michael Scofield, I will break free from any of societies constraints with the fury of god's own thunder. And let me also say this Agricola, that if you must place me, if I must be defined, if I must be locked in a box so rotten the smell of death and despair fills my nostrils. I will be placed only in the one box that counts. Only in the box of the working man, the criminal, the vagabond and the roustabout will I be placed. Because, as my hero Michael Scofield once read somewhere; if there is a criminal element I am of it, if there is a lower class I am in it and as long as there is a man in prison, I am not free. My hero Michael Scofield knew that - and it helped him achieve his greatness.

You know, I've realised something. The reason that guy was rude to me. He is the capitallist elite and he saw me as only profit. His brain and vision don't work like normal god fearing people like you and Michael Scofield. He weighs things up as a series of checks and balances that will result in the most profit for him and his fat cat restaurant owner friends. No longer is a trip to a restaurant about enjoying food in the company of the ones you love. Now, its a dance, a display, a whirlwind, a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury that signifies nothing.

This is the capitalist dining experience and somehow I've lost my apetite.

Andrew Maxwell? Is that you?

mikemac

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Middle class? MIDDLE CLASS??????

That's one corner, counter revolutionary thinking my friend. Wihtout knowing me, you have placed me squarly into the deep underbelly of the decaying strata that is our class system. Well let me tell you, I belong to no class. There is no box, no group and no case that you will place me in. Like my hero Michael Scofield, I will break free from any of societies constraints with the fury of god's own thunder. And let me also say this Agricola, that if you must place me, if I must be defined, if I must be locked in a box so rotten the smell of death and despair fills my nostrils. I will be placed only in the one box that counts. Only in the box of the working man, the criminal, the vagabond and the roustabout will I be placed. Because, as my hero Michael Scofield once read somewhere; if there is a criminal element I am of it, if there is a lower class I am in it and as long as there is a man in prison, I am not free. My hero Michael Scofield knew that - and it helped him achieve his greatness.

You know, I've realised something. The reason that guy was rude to me. He is the capitallist elite and he saw me as only profit. His brain and vision don't work like normal god fearing people like you and Michael Scofield. He weighs things up as a series of checks and balances that will result in the most profit for him and his fat cat restaurant owner friends. No longer is a trip to a restaurant about enjoying food in the company of the ones you love. Now, its a dance, a display, a whirlwind, a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury that signifies nothing.

This is the capitalist dining experience and somehow I've lost my apetite.

Spot the angry young art student who knows everything but realy knows nothing and is in for a shock when they have to go working

gosuckonalemon

FlutterinBantam wrote: »

You should have said "Fair enough maitre,I just have to use your facilities and be on my way."

You should then have gone to the privvy,surveyed the scene, done the mental calculation, doffed the kex, pointed the rusty teatowel holder at a 45 degree angle and scudded out a sludge of soft scutter which contaminated as many fittings and blanketed as much bathroom furniture as possible.

If possible, block the crappers with paper and flush.

That might put manners on the little fcuker, when he had to clean that up:mad:

Jumped up gimps!!

Yes, because it's the maitre'd who cleans the toilets..

Good aul Flutts!!

Plazaman

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

I literally and truthfully had my Michael Schofield cut out with me.

So you go into a busy restaurant with a cardboard cutout and ask for a table and then wonder why they are relucant to serve you. Perchance you didn't carry on a conversation with said cutout whilst you were waiting......

Restaurant discrimination to paper based lifeforms if ever I saw it.

kippy

I am surprised that this hasn't been mentioned already.............

JERKS???? You are watching away too much American T.V

Krusader

Who says Jerk in Ireland anyway

AnonoBoy

Crosáidí wrote: »

Who says Jerk in Ireland anyway

Jerks mostly.

The Waltzing Consumer

OP, was your Prison Break mystery based on the moon? I always thought they would end up in a prison on the moon...did they?

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Plazaman wrote: »

So you go into a busy restaurant with a cardboard cutout and ask for a table and then wonder why they are relucant to serve you. Perchance you didn't carry on a conversation with said cutout whilst you were waiting......

Restaurant discrimination to paper based lifeforms if ever I saw it.

I'm not wondering why they were reluctant to serve me. I was wondering why they lied.

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feelingstressed wrote: »

Spot the angry young art student who knows everything but realy knows nothing and is in for a shock when they have to go working

I think you have to do the leaving cert to be an art student. I work in a news agents.

Big Nasty

Taxi pulls up outside restaurant with a jerk, jerk gets out.

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Taxi pulls up outside restaurant with a jerk, jerk gets out.

Are you suggesting I am the jerk who gets out of the taxi? I took a bus to the restaurant.

He didn't have the right to lie to me. That is not how people should behave to each other. If he had told me he was waiting to see if he got a better offer, that would have been perfectly reasonable. We live in a society that must function under arbitrary rules, and so the only decent form of communication is through honest means.

I hope one day to see him in my newsagents. Then he will see the true meaning of honest service. If he wishes to buy his faveourite magazine, we will give it to him unless its out of stock. If it is out of stock we will order it for him and should anything go wrong - I will be up front about how we lost his magazine and hope he understands. The world as it should be.

Big Nasty

Roman Scary Crap wrote: »

Are you suggesting I am the jerk who gets out of the taxi? I took a bus to the restaurant.

He didn't have the right to lie to me. That is not how people should behave to each other. If he had told me he was waiting to see if he got a better offer, that would have been perfectly reasonable. We live in a society that must function under arbitrary rules, and so the only decent form of communication is through honest means.

I hope one day to see him in my newsagents. Then he will see the true meaning of honest service. If he wishes to buy his faveourite magazine, we will give it to him unless its out of stock. If it is out of stock we will order it for him and should anything go wrong - I will be up front about how we lost his magazine and hope he understands. The world as it should be.

It was just a cheap wise crack TBH.

About as sad as this thread is.:p

cassid

If looking to utilise 2 at a table, you could always say a table for yourself and your friend "Harvey"- worked for Jimmy Stewart.

One thing that I never liked was a time limit on your meal, you had 2 hours to eat all your food and then get out, depending on the company 2 hours could be an eternity but its the principle of taking your money and telling you how long to eat your food- I am a bit of a moan I know !