So last night my section was in my restaurant’s private dining room (used for private parties generally, over flow seating on busy nights). After a hectic three or so hours of dealing with a full room and needy tables (makin paper though), things finally looked like they were calming down.
Thinking I was about to get cut, the host comes in and tells me to quickly put together a big table for an eight top walk in. I sigh, a little upset that an eight top would walk in so close to our kitchen closing, but I live to serve. So I hastily set the table and wouldn’t you know it, in walks 7 drunk ass ladies and their drunk ass bachelorette friend. So maybe this won’t be so bad.
I immediately turn on the charm, offer champagne, cocktails, wine, you name it, we got it. And so did they. Also they only ordered off of our small plate menu, so no angry kitchen! Yay.
So after several rounds of drinks, and a giant penis cake that they brought in for dessert (And yes, it was chocolate haha), they were ready to pay. I cleared the table, dropped the check, then disappeared. I figured I would just be making the 18% grat off of them (We do it for parties of 6 or more) because their total bill was up to about 320 bucks.
Not five minutes later they called me back in and they all had these goofy grins on their faces, and a check presenter full of cash. “It’s for you, but only if you dance for the bachelorette.” Now I know I could’ve refused, maybe even should have refused, and I’m pretty sure they expected me to. But being the ridiculous person that I am, I simply told them to cue the music.
And so I did a hilarious and very vanilla lap dance for a bachelorette last night. And made a LOT of cash. Like, they doubled the gratuity. I sort of felt a little dirty after it, but was able to laugh it off after a post work drink. Inappropriate? Maybe. Fun? Definitely.
-Chris
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