I get so freaking sick of feeling like I'm living in the same shitty shift over and over. Tonight I waited on a table of three that always have sour expressions, always act like I'm causing a problem by speaking to them, and always answer that their food is “Okay.” Actually, only one of them ever answers when I inquire how their food is, the man, who sneers at me when I ask if I can do something to make it better and always says, “No, it's okay.” They don't speak to each other during the meal, preferring to scowl in opposite directions. Then they leave two dollars, no matter their tab or service.
At least by now I know not to waste any extra time on them. Asshats.