I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

5:30 arrives and with our first wave of reservations.

We seat the first couple of them, and a couple come in.

They have a reservation for 4, they are the first to arrive.

The host takes them in.

She comes back 90 seconds later asking if they can sit at table 43 instead.

I tell her no.

She goes back in.

Meanwhile a couple I know arrive and I take them in to sit.

I seat them and the man is still chatting with the host.

I ask if I can help.

He asks about table 43 and wants to know why he can’t sit there.

I explain that it’s reserved for a group that comes in every other Wednesday night.

This does not make him happy.

I tell him that I can offer him table 54 or table 32.

He wants to see table 32.

We walk over and this doesn’t make him happy.

He begins to talk at me about how far he’s come and that he’s traveled from Virginia and demands we give him a table a view.

The table I sat while they were discussing the table indicates that they’ll move, but only I can see them.

I tell them no with my eyes.

Meanwhile, he asks about table 25.

I say, that I can give him table 25.

His wife approaches and decides that table 32 will do.

The host seats them.

Their friends join them.

About 20 minutes later, the couple who I gave the no eyes to, stop me to comment about how rude the guy was being. They were just trying to make my life easier.

I told them that I don’t reward bad behavior.

Fast forward to 6:45.

The guy comes into the lobby to go to the restroom.

He approaches the host stand and says, you know there are tables we could have sat at, that are still empty.

I say to him that it’s almost 7:00 and I have reservations that will be sitting there.

He said that I could have told them that and they’d have finished.

I tell them that that would have been rude and we don’t rush tables.

He goes into the restroom.

When he comes out he wants to continue but some one is waiting for the restroom.

He grunts at me and goes back to his table

Around 7:15 the foursome gets up and heads toward the door.

I brace myself.

The two wives and the friend that joined them approach and say everything was wonderful.

The bitchy guy lingers letting his group exit to the parking lot.

As soon as the door closes, he starts.

The food was great. The service was great.

But I ruined the evening. He said a couple of more things then points his finger at me and says you fucked up.

I say, excuse me, how did I fuck up?

He points again and says like I said you fucked up. You fucked up big time.

And he leaves.

I occurs to me that he waited for his group to leave so they would not see him make a scene.

So I follow him into the porch and say, you know sir. There was no way I could have known the four if you would eat in 90 minutes. But I do know that there was no reason for to to be rude to me and curse at me, and doing it after your guests left so you wouldn’t embarrass them.

He said something else and I turned and went back inside.

It felt like Sofia had put an evil curse on me with the pointing and cursing.