Soccer Chicks Started a Wave

I hate walking up to the front and it looking like the front door vomited people everywhere...it is just not a comforting sight to see.

At this point we only had Sonrie up front.

This would have been a task for even the most seasoned of hostesses.

The waiting list looked like the this:

UTSA Soccer Team 35
family #1 9
family #2 10
family #3 5
family #4 5
random person 2
random other person 4
random other person 4
and family #5 6

I have said it before...there are two dangerous times in the restaurant...when we are empty and when we are full.

On this day the two happened within minutes of each other.

The 35 was here...and I had 35 seats mapped out...and ready.

Except some butch chick with really nice legs started cattle calling her girls. You go here...you go there...you go here...

and I had to slow her roll...Mam...I have this planned out already...since ya'll are paying together we need to try to keep you in the same are & split between as little servers as possible.

What I wanted to say was Bitch I don't tell you how to kick a damn ball...don't tell me how to do my job.

So she cuts her eyes at me and says..."well I am paying for her (she points across the restaurant) and her (points to another table) and her (and points to another table)"

Mind you these girls are sitting with their families.

I wanted to punch this bitch.

That meant that I had to void all the food...rering it on another tab...have each server print their ticket so I knew who rang how much...merge all the tickets from all the servers together to one...discount the tax...pay it out...then do some good old algebra to figure out who got how much tip...keeping into account that the server that had it under them would have to pay tipout on the sales

I wanted to drop kick this bitch...then punch her again for looking at me and answering me with all that attitude...this isn't the soccer field boo...this is my turf

So at this point I realized what i had in front of me and just sat them...I had other fires to put out.

As I am walking to the back I see a well dressed man talking to my busser...I walk up and he must have thought because of my blonde hair and light skin that I didn't know what he was saying.

In Spanish he was telling the busser that we must have thought he was a dog or something...serving him food with a hair in it.

So I asked if there was a problem only for him to turn and put a quesadilla in my face to show me the hair.

I back'd up...I didn't want him putting that shit in my face. I believed him...but with his aggression I didn't want him putting anything in my face.

I apologized and offered them something else. But he declined. So I took the food off the bill and went for the next fire.

I ran a plate that had taken to too long out to the table. I thought I saw soccer digs so I asked the girl. Are you with the soccer team too...(I was more so asking because I did not get a ticket for a soccer chick from this table)

she replied in a way that made me smile...

I played on the winning team...and pointed at her shirt...it read

TEXAS A & M

WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!!

Poor Charles was in back trying to help Hihi...but with no luck.

Clancy must have done something right bc the other coach (the one who paid) handed me his card to run it telling me that he could only authorize a 15% tip.

Our company's policy is to not ever add gratuity to bills...

So he suggests that I just write in 20%...because the school will pay it if it is written in by a manager.

Whateva...at lease my people could get paid for my headaches

So we all sighed a big sigh of relief...the rush was over.

at least that was what we thought

then the flood gates opened...and in came the waves.

We were all making it as best we could...and by that I mean we were all still standing when we closed.

My girls came in and yelled something that I hold dear to my heart!!

F those soccer bitches!!! I'm going for a drink!