Seasoned Vet, here again…I just had a first…this past Sunday was a
day that forever changed my faith in humanity. I get sat and the
seater interrupts my conversation with the manager to let him know
that the “problem lady” is back. She looks at me and says “Sorry! 
”
He warns me about her…I look, and I know who it is. I have served
her and friends plenty of times. Today, there is only a total of three
condescending “bakcklayers”…Backlayer is a term I coined.
Definition-a woman that has probably never worked a day in her life,
has been given everything(cars, clothes, money, money, etc…) by her
husband that probably has a good job and thinks she is better than
everyone and all she does is lay on her back so her husband can have
his way with her whenever he sees fit. otherwise known as an
irrational sense of entitlement.
As I get to the table, before I even speak BL#1(problem lady,
BackLayer#1) informs the world it is her birthday and throws wrapping
paper directly at my face, says take that!” to which I swat away, and
reply “You must have me mistaken for someone else, I am not your
garbage can” “Anyway, welcome back ladies, good to see you, you all
look very nice today for this occasion” BL#2-”I wore this today, it
was a gift ftom my husband…blah, blah, blah” I start to glaze over,
and BL#3 chimes in…”I am thirsty, can I have a water with 2 lemons
today, since we are celerating and all…” I return with beverages and
and take their order, not writing down a thing and BL#2 says, “you
never write this stuff down, aren’t you afraid to screw it up?” ” Have
I mixed up your order in the past?” “NO,” she yells. “So, then why
wold you assume I would do it today, you order the same thing every
time you are here.” All three of them start talking down to me even
more, like they have something to prove. BL#1(problem lady) starts her
order, reading the menu like she is going to try something new. She
then proceeds to ask if we can make a menu item that has been off of
the menu for 10 months. I let her know we can, but that it will take a
little longer to make, because it isn’t readily available. “That’s ok,
as long as I get it…its my birthday and I am awesome!” “Sure.” A bit
later the food arrives and BL#2 asks for a box before she even takes a
bite of anything. “Is there anything wrong?” I ask. “No, I just know I
am taking some home, god you are stupid.” So, the verbal assault keeps
coming from the holier than thou backlayers for the rest of their
visit. They pay their separate bills and BL#1 stiffs me as usual, and
one lady left me $2. Yay, but at least they are gone. About 5 minutes
after their departure, BL#1 comes back in, and lets people know that
they are in her way…She is 5’11″ and upwards of 275lbs. She is a big
woman. While standing at one of my tables, I can smell some farts or
something that she laid as she went past. She is in the bathroom for
35 minutes. People are coming in and out of the bathroom covering
their faces, tables halfway across the restaurant can smell her foul
odor. People are actually compaining about the stench, and asking for
spray for the area. This is horrible. Eventually I see her sneak out
the side door. Someone was brave enough to check to make sure the
paint was still on the walls, when they arrive at a horrible
discovery. This lady, problem lady, BL#1, had pooped everywhere in her
stall. It was on the back wall, on the back of the toilet, on the
sides of the stall, on the floor, everywhere, only a little in the
toilet and some toilet paper. A manager cleaned it up.
I am unsure if this was a direct attempt to sabotage the place from a
57 year old crazed woman, or if she pooped herself on the way in. I
pray to all things holy, that this was an attack of karma. I really
hope she is so embarrassed, that she never comes back. She is the most
useless person, I have ever had the displeasure to meet. I am
pondering quitting and making her mishap known to others if I see her
in my place again.
