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Ah, the NFL playoffs have begun and the increase in drinking and douchery that comes with it at my weekend/night gig.

I literally was only clocked in a minute when this happened.

Guy (barking at me): WE WANT SHOTS!
me: okay, well let me send your server over and get them for you. (which I promptly do...it's Sunday football, so I almost always send the server to the table especially if I just got there. Who knows, maybe this person has been cut off from drinking and I don't know. So I err on the side of caution and verify instead of just taking an order.)

About 10 minutes later, I walk past the table....

Guy: I HATE YOU!!!
me: excuse me? (I think he's going to make some snarky mark about my Dolphins shirt...yeah I know they never make the playoffs, rub the salt in the wound)
Guy: I SAID I HATE YOU (yelling in my face)
Me: okay...and why is that?
Guy: because you didn't serve us.
Me: I'm sorry, but I'm not your server and I can't just take tables from other servers in their section.
Guy: you didn't put in our order.
me: Again, I do not have access to your check. Only your server or a manager can do that. I'll tell your server to come over again (which I then found out that she'd already been over there and they'd already downed the shots they initially wanted)

He then proceeds to call me a bitch the next 3 times I walk past the table.

So...in case you've never worked in a restaurant, let me clue you in...9 times out of 10, the only person who can get you something that has to be charged is your server (and a manager). Not the busser, not the host, not the food runner, not the other servers in the place, the bartender, the bathroom attendant.

Stay classy, football fans.