Monday, December 10, 2007

Please Leave Your OCD Friends at Home...

Last Friday I waited on a party of 8. 7 of the 8 were wonderful, normal people. Unfortunately, they brought their severely OCD friend with them.

She started complaining about the seating arrangements at the table, and somehow it was the door servers fault. When I showed up for a drink order, she ordered tap water for everyone, even though only one other person actually wanted it. She also made sure I knew haw badly she wanted some free popcorn.

When I cam back with my tray loaded with drinks and two bowls of popcorn held precariously in my other hand, she looked at me in shock. "You are going to bring more popcorn, right???" I gave her a look, and said as sweetly as I could. "Of course, I just thought you'd want a drink first."

Taking the meal order was almost painful. 6 of the normal people ordered normal meals in a normal fashion, then I got to Freak.
"Well, what did Rosemary order?" I looked up at the table. Could anyone save me??? Who the hell is Rosemary???
"Is everyone getting a full meal?" WHO CARES?!? Is SHE paying?!?
"Alright, I'll just get the turkey dinner, with mashed potatoes, gravy on the side, extra cranberry, a little extra butter for the biscuit, the stuffing on a side plate, an extra plate in case anyone wants to share, and a box." Are you kidding?
Next, the poor elderly lady next to her tried to order. "How is the broccoli cooked?" Before I could even answer, I heard Freak speak up. "Hard as a rock. You should probably get something else. It will be way to hard for you to..."
I had to step in - I couldn't take it any longer. "We cook it however you like it."
"Oh, can you make mine a little softer?" Of course, Nice Lady.
When the meal finally arrived, I was busy making sure all of the plates were in order, so my coworkers delivered it. I went over to check on everything, and I heard 7 "Yes, it's wonderful"s.
Then Freak had to speak up. "I'm going to need more butter. You forgot my box, and I'll need 6 napkins."
"6 Napkins?" OK this was all I could take - I laughed in her face, and walked away. I counted out 5 napkins and returned to the table. I handed them to the Freak, and refused to return to her end of the table.
The rest of the table was awesome, so I only checked on them.
But seriously, if you are going to bring your OCD friends out to dinner, you will need to take care of them yourselves.

12 comments:

Upset Waitress said...

Haha. One thing I hate is when someone orders water for the whole table. I always ask "Who REALLY wants our fantastic water which is so valuable it is pumped from a 100 miles away because we are in the middle of a drought?" Ha!

Waitress4Life said...

Ohhh!! I may have to borrow that line!!

Ali said...

Yeesh, those people drive me nuts. I'm glad I haven't had one for a few weeks. I hope she was your quota for quite some time.

Food Service Ninja said...

dont forget to mention the water is chock full of prescription drug residue from people's urine upstream. You might even sell some of those pricey bottled tap water full of the same things.

Vanessa said...

I like to mention that there has been the recent news story of drugs in the water and then ask who wants the Panna or Pelligrino? I sometimes refer to the tap water and Source Municipal too.

Anonymous said...

OCD... my son has it.. it is a devastating problem and your customer does not sound like a typical sufferer...
please do not use the term "freak" so easily... but more offensive is using "OCD" when you clearly don't understand the meaning of the acronym....

Anonymous said...

OCD is different then what your describing. You should do research about it first.

Unfortunately people only learn about this issue if they have close friends with it, if they have it or have children with it etc.

Calling someone a freak with a serious illness is not nice at all. Very disrespectful.

Waiting said...

I would have only given her 3 napkins.

A little bit of my talent said...

i had a crazy witch like that too. and i refused to go back to her table and i ask the owner to check on her, after that she was a sweetie pie. this people have the need to feel "special" and when they see someone with more "power" than them, it changes them! so sorry about the lady. :)

dirtydisher said...

You used OCD correctly. It means Obnoxious Controlling Douchebag.

Anonymous said...

Water with lemon...give me a break. I also can't stand it when someone orders an app and the next time they see you they say you forgot it. I didn't "forget" anything it't just not up yet.

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