What is it with people and their impatience? I had a table tonight of two women; one of them I recognized, and I already knew my tip was going to suck--she's just a cheap bitch. She and her friend had an appetizer, and two burgers, and two high-end margaritas. Then they switched to a sangria drink. They each had one, and then at the end of the meal, Bitch's friend asked for another and their check. I rang the drink in immediately--no stops--and dropped the check off right after since they'd asked for it.
This was the middle of the dinner rush; we'd been on a wait for an hour, and the lobby was still packed. The bar didn't have any empty seats; the place was so noisy you couldn't even hear in the music. We were rockin' and there's no way anyone couldn't notice it.
As the bartender was finishing up Bitch's Friend's sangria, another server came up to me. Apparently, the two hags had stopped her and told her "Fuck the drink, it's taking too goddamn long." I already had the drink in my hand at that point, so I went to talk to them--after reaching over the computer to run a detail report and check the timing. They said they needed to leave and just wanted it taken off. If they were thinking I'd leave the drink anyway, they were so wrong. I took it with me and modified their check. They left me three dollars in quarters on their fifty dollar check.
The time their mixed wine drink took, in a packed Saturday night restaurant with a bartender getting buried? Five fucking minutes.