15. Creeper

I work at a buffet. One night we had this middle aged guy come in, I thought nothing of it you know went on with my business as usual. That is until he pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures of the waitresses, me included. After he was politely asked to stop and didn’t our manager kicked him out. Fast forward a few hours to closing time, look out the window and guess who’s standing there, that’s right the same guy. We called security and they showed up. To get to my ride I had to walk right by the security van and him. As I was passing he waved and said creepily, “See you later alligator.” That phrase is still stuck in my head.

16. Shhh

Not me, but a friend of mine who was a waiter at the time had a guy shush him (including putting a finger to his lips) while he was trying to rattle off the day’s specials to him and his party because they were too rude to stop bullshitting with each other.

Not cool.

17. I see what you did there

I used to tend bar at Caesar’s Tahoe. I had this deadbeat come up and order a snifter of our best cognac and pay for it with a keno drink comp ticket. (One of the few comp tickets that would cover a drink of any price.)

He leaves the bar after about ten minutes leaving his snifter with less than a quarter inch of cognac left. No napkin over the glass. (No tip either but you saw that coming, right?)

After the better part of an hour the drink gets tossed.

Re-enter our hero shortly thereafter who loudly proclaims: “You threw out my drink!” With feigned apologies and perfectly concealed disgust I pour him a second cognac. It is shortly consumed and he leaves.

[fade to black, fade to next week]

Our hero returns and orders a snifter of cognac, consumes all but the last few milliliters, and leaves the bar. I place a napkin over the snifter.
An hour has gone by and it’s starting to get busy. All the seats at the bar are taken except for the one behind that almost-empty snifter. My barback sees that someone would like to have this seat, picks up the snifter and asks me if he should toss the drink.
I say “No”, take the snifter from him and place it behind the bar.

In less than ten minutes our hero returns. It’s busy, the bar is full, I see him standing there, and I make sure everyone seated is happy before he gets any attention.
“You threw out my drink!” he again declares. With magician-like dexterity the sad little snifter is materialized and slid between two seated patrons to the edge of the bar before him.

“No, I didn’t.”

His look was priceless. I did my best to hide the triumphant gloat.