I need to please people I will never see again in my life on a daily basis because if I don’t, I don’t get paid. Just today, I had a table at the restaurant I serve at with a reservation for five people. I had a beautiful set-up for them, overlooking the lake and right by the flowers. Sometime in between the time I set the table up, and the time I sat the party of five, another customer had grabbed one of the menus off the table, thus making my setting incomplete. The leader of the five-pack said to me upon arrival at her table, “This is not for us, we asked for a good table for five and this is set for four.” Her demeanor was (sorry mom) bitchy for the rest of her visit dispite the fact that I bent over and kissed her rear for the next hour and a half.
This woman allowed a minor detail to an otherwise fantastic meal in the most beautiful setting ruin her experience. WHERE do these people come from? In any rational conversation with anyone I have met, they could see that nothing was offensive or inconvient about waiting thirty seconds before a menu was in front of them. The other four strangers in my life had zero problem with it. For some reason, the hostess of the party of five decided her job of entertaining her guests with a luncheon had been comprimised because of this.
This blog is not about the sassy customer I dealt with today. There’s one or two every day. (Side note: don’t be a crab-ass to your server at a restaurant, they want to help you and be plesant far less when you do.)
This blog is about those who demand perfection in the way they expect others to please them. Stop it. Life is a grand adventure where the small stuff ain’t supposed to be sweated.
Today, I ate dinner at The World’s Crappiest Seafood Restaurant. It said that right on the door. It should have anyhow. They charged premium prices for low quality frozen then deep fried fish. I hated every bite of the bland and gut wrenching meal. But no part of me wanted to make anyone elses life a little more miserable because the food sucked. Why? Because the establishment was under no obligation to provide me with a tasty meal. They were to bring the food I ordered, and they did. They did it with a great attitude as well.
To those of you who crap on everything and feel the need to nit-pick minor details that never will matter in the long run: Put on your effin’ party pants and grow a smile on your face. People in this world who actually do fall victims to circumstances do not do so because meals are not correct, or because they have not been shown enough whoop-dee-doo at their arrival.
Life is a quick blur and your attempts to ruin it for the rest of us is down right sad. And, your not accomplishing your goal, you’re just making us wonder why you don’t band with the other crazy unsatisfiable people and create your own society where misery reigns and complaints are gold. Or better yet, decide to be pleasant and pleased.