tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post3200819537090757622..comments2023-10-07T13:14:48.345+01:00Comments on Well Done Fillet: "There ain't no such thing as a free lunch"...oh really?Manuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-74357803499736616632009-04-07T17:38:00.000+01:002009-04-07T17:38:00.000+01:00Despicable assholes one and all.@ Hails: I know th...Despicable assholes one and all.<BR/><BR/>@ Hails: I know the feeling. Ms. Waxy's often berating me for letting things slide.<BR/><BR/>Though, on the plus side; "I lived in the countryside and I know what bullshit smells like and it sometimes smells of red wine and cheap aftershave" is one of the best lines I've ever heard and made me blow coffee out through my nose and over my desk :(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-3445201021950121602009-04-07T15:59:00.000+01:002009-04-07T15:59:00.000+01:00Meh, I spilt a glass of wine over a customer's del...Meh, I spilt a glass of wine over a customer's delightful and no doubt designer peach suit one day (may I add it was her friend's fault, silly bint decides to move her wine glass at the exact time I set a heavy menu down, menu catches glass, not pretty)- the customer herself laughed and was happy enough with us paying the dry cleaning and comping her main course, "sweet" says I, considering the glass had actually broken and I could've been in deep doo-doo, but noooooooo, my silly "Glorious Leader" decides to give them (a 4-top) ALL free food, and an extra bottle of wine... nothing like doing yourself out of money, is there? Still, I got a nice 20 quid tip seeing they paid for nothing! Methinks I should've spilt stuff more often!Sooznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-80103108254317288702009-04-07T15:48:00.000+01:002009-04-07T15:48:00.000+01:00A girl I was friends with used to date a guy with ...A girl I was friends with used to date a guy with that attitude. We went to dinner once, and the waiter spilled water all over his shoulder and arm (why the waiter was pouring water directly over him is beyond me). Surprisingly, he didn't say anything.Native Minnowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12061575657412426256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-18418125198950389652009-04-07T15:19:00.000+01:002009-04-07T15:19:00.000+01:00So it's not just America, then. That's good to kno...So it's not just America, then. That's good to know. And it never even occurred to me to get comped for internet downtime. I recall being down for about 20 minutes this month, that must be worth... well, I'll do the math later.<BR/><BR/><I>"...Robert A. Heinlein. Now I know nothing about the man..."</I><BR/><BR/>Legend has it that, whilst drinking at a bar together, Heinlein bet L. Ron Hubbard (who, at the time, was mainly known as a sci-fi writer himself) that he couldn't start a religion, and that's how Scientology originated. Probably not true, but I choose to believe it anyway.Captain Smackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232863959032696801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-91402279079372243492009-04-07T14:20:00.000+01:002009-04-07T14:20:00.000+01:00I found it, Manueal. YOu spilled it on the sleeve ...I found it, Manueal. YOu spilled it on the sleeve of that teacher over there. She wants free moons on a stick. For EVERYONEMelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-43093696905961654282009-04-07T14:04:00.000+01:002009-04-07T14:04:00.000+01:00so little time......where did all my time go?so little time......where did all my time go?Manuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-49094793655075446142009-04-07T12:49:00.000+01:002009-04-07T12:49:00.000+01:00I once dropped a bottle of wine down the back of a...I once dropped a bottle of wine down the back of a woman's dress - yes the bottle literally went down into her dress and stuck there pouring it's contents out - don't ask me how it happened, a mystery of nature. I was incredibly mortified, and she was in hysterics. Laughing hysterics. She still gave me a big tip. So nice when people recognize that every human makes mistakes, and there's rarely a need for making a scene (though she would have had the right to if she wanted!).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-80826726596912690832009-04-07T10:39:00.000+01:002009-04-07T10:39:00.000+01:00I wish I could not believe this. If someone spills...I wish I could not believe this. If someone spills something on me, *I* am the one to apologise, and would not even dream of getting the restaurant to pay for the cleaning, unless something was really stained. <BR/><BR/>However, having worked on the customer service desk for an unpopular high street electrical store, I am sad to say this is all too common. The difference is that, these days, people do get what they want by yelling, whereas when I was working there, the manager I had would be nicer to the people that were quiet and polite.Melnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-52924828781002940972009-04-07T10:33:00.000+01:002009-04-07T10:33:00.000+01:00Naughty chancer customers, but hold on. Spilling? ...Naughty chancer customers, but hold on. Spilling? What's that, waiter-speak for mislocated pouring?<BR/><BR/>Surely spilling for a waiter is like driving on a footpath for a bus driver? It's must be one of those things that-should-never-happen, like tripping, dropping, fumbling, bumping, or shouting?Conan Drummhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12377667084973491628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-14219735151101308872009-04-07T10:31:00.000+01:002009-04-07T10:31:00.000+01:00back shortly to respond (i mean that this time) so...back shortly to respond (i mean that this time) so busy and have a black pudding to eat....awesomeoManuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-61508680632209323102009-04-07T10:19:00.000+01:002009-04-07T10:19:00.000+01:00Ha! I'm glad to have a waiter on our side. I'm one...Ha! I'm glad to have a waiter on our side. I'm one of the quiet and meek ones (that may even be why I haven't commented before), to the extent where I'll go out of my way to *avoid* a fuss. "This wine has something floating in it? Never mind, no, no, I'll drink it, see? It's lovely, mmmm..." or "You spilled red all over my white top? Ah, sure it was cheap rubbish anyway, I shouldn't have been wearing something that crap in the first place, never worry, I'll just throw it out...". <BR/><BR/>I really don't like asking for things or making a complaint if something isn't right. I'm trying to compensate for the assholes. But it means I never get taken any notice of, and they get all the attention. You're right - it does pay to be a chancer. I'd do it too if I didn't have my self-respect and general decency as a human being to consider.Hailshttp://www.coffee-helps.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-73663027442334825072009-04-07T09:02:00.000+01:002009-04-07T09:02:00.000+01:00You were going to pay for her dry cleaning? Bloody...You were going to pay for her dry cleaning? Bloody hell I'd be so chuffed with that!White Rabbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15368243531637113066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-57620705357950953312009-04-07T07:27:00.000+01:002009-04-07T07:27:00.000+01:00I run a house cleaning company here in Canada (hom...I run a house cleaning company here in Canada (home of the never tippers) and it's odd how the broken ornament is always priceless. We had a man laugh it off when we advised him a small (really fugly) clay ornament was broken but when his wife came home from work, it magically morphed into a priceless family heirloom that was worth 2 free cleanings (value $200). <BR/> <BR/>In the 70`s I had a waitress spill a pot of hot water for tea down my back and my dad tipped her quite well to make up for her mortification. It was her first day of work. And I was just fine. Soggy, but fine. <BR/><BR/>LisaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-70343354291711463392009-04-07T07:21:00.000+01:002009-04-07T07:21:00.000+01:00You are SO right. The world is getting worse with...You are SO right. The world is getting worse with regards to "What can I get out of this situation" and "I want mine, everyone else can go fuck themselves" but the thing is, the world tends to reward these schmucks with what they want, so if you're not trying to do the same, you're missing out. But, I refuse to turn into one of those douche bags and I get embarrassed by even thinking about pushing my luck with things like that.<BR/>Fair compensation for an error? Right. Taking the piss? Wrong.Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03772289434787056190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-253654159552476192009-04-07T05:31:00.000+01:002009-04-07T05:31:00.000+01:00my favorite 'spill' story? lovely, chatty and del...my favorite 'spill' story? lovely, chatty and delightful waitress in a small town diner accidently spilled syrup on the table, with some dripping in my lap. i laughed, she fussed and cleaned me up... and probably had a heart attack when she discovered after i left that there was a $20 tip on the table for a $10 breakfast bill... she was adorable. felt genuinely awful... suspect she's been throwing syrup at customers for the last 5 years...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-1044325302325984562009-04-07T04:05:00.000+01:002009-04-07T04:05:00.000+01:00Oh my gosh have I got a good customer complaint fo...Oh my gosh have I got a good customer complaint for you coming in a post probably in a couple of weeks from now on a ship I worked on. Nowadays no one can forgive an accident. If one happens it is a freebie , that is all they want. You have to be more perfect than ever to make the same meager tip from these people and teachers are some of the worst.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-37963798604656730542009-04-07T02:32:00.000+01:002009-04-07T02:32:00.000+01:00By complaining about the worms in my tin of assort...By complaining about the worms in my tin of assorted nuts I got another tin of nuts for free.<BR/><BR/>I was too suspicious of them to eat them.The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-49688454969500518872009-04-07T02:13:00.000+01:002009-04-07T02:13:00.000+01:00I am so very tired of a society that expects retri...I am so very tired of a society that expects retribution for ACCIDENTS. It's make the World a very lonely and scary place at times.<BR/><BR/>But Dude, totally, make your Internet provider PAY. Fake a back injury while you're at.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11280822962202098606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-62895840397423218762009-04-07T01:36:00.000+01:002009-04-07T01:36:00.000+01:00"It's annoying that those who make the biggest and..."It's annoying that those who make the biggest and loudest fuss will always be compensated the best for any error on our behalf no matter if it's genuine or not just to shut them the fuck up."<BR/><BR/>Absolutely.<BR/>This principle runs most countries.<BR/>My personal pet peeve with this bullying tactic is that locally, it resulted in getting the tennis court where I take the pooches every night locked the fuck up because some douchebag took objection to dogs using it during the off-season. Hey, why would we want a big empty open space to remain public? <BR/>Meanwhile the gangs of teens are taking over the park now that we dog folks are turned out.<BR/>And I have to walk them considerably further every night so they can get some off-leash time in an enclosed area.<BR/>I need to write a letter, but by the time they get it, the net will be back up.<BR/>Grrrr.<BR/>The word verification is "panic" btw.Megan McGurkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09673489472490377198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-4702540513909479322009-04-07T00:39:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:39:00.000+01:00sniffle: here have a free dessert...feel better no...sniffle: here have a free dessert...feel better now? sake....heh<BR/><BR/>99 words: bullied? me? arf at the very thought of it......Manuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-20020158301309145312009-04-07T00:30:00.001+01:002009-04-07T00:30:00.001+01:00Ah, you must have been lent on. Don't let them bul...Ah, you must have been lent on. Don't let them bully you. Bastards.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-75709045558339656712009-04-07T00:30:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:30:00.000+01:00Brisk, and maybe brick too, but brisk first .........Brisk, and maybe brick too, but brisk first ................Sniffledhttp://snifflecry.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-62774360686582328482009-04-07T00:28:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:28:00.000+01:00How very dare you suggest, suggest, or even hint t...How very dare you suggest, suggest, or even hint that my indignation is something other then indignant, how double dare you waiter. Dungeons too good……….. immediate and brick wire brush and dettol.Snifflehttp://snifflecry.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-17192508023029746842009-04-07T00:20:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:20:00.000+01:0099 words: I did for a long time.....there are nume...99 words: I did for a long time.....there are numerous posts on here with regard to that profession....but I have laid off them....I'm sound like that<BR/><BR/>and think of the blog gold.......hmmmmm <BR/><BR/>sighManuelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333257013163173911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430827523235519471.post-87027959541513965732009-04-07T00:16:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:16:00.000+01:00A teacher? That half explains it in itself. I bet ...A teacher? That half explains it in itself. I bet you could do a weeks worth of posts on teachers.<BR/>The magic money tree will stump up. <BR/><BR/>It should be like in football where a deliberate dive can mean a sending off. <BR/>I want to see waiters lift the chancers up and throw them out. Think how much it would add to the experience of dining out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com