Millions of waiters and service workers rely on tips to pay their bills, and you best believe they always remember their worst tippers. Diners who tip poorly, if at all, rank among the most terrible customers restaurant staff ever deal with, largely because they're able to get away with it.
Since tips are not legally required, cheap customers often assume they're unimportant. But when they make $2.30-an-hour, a service worker might put up with all your annoying customer habits with a big, fake smile, all in the hopes you remember to get the decimals right when calculating that tip.
Able to vent on Reddit, service workers shared their worst tipping stories for fellow waitstaff and service workers to commiserate over. Anyone living in the States understands that customers who leave no tips deserve a tip of their own: don't eat out.
A Saucy Exit
I was a cook, but I can still chime in. We had a large party that came to eat on a Saturday night. They were quite unhappy at having to wait for a table - apparently they were unable to comprehend that weekends are, like, busy and stuff. So of course they were b*tchy throughout the entire evening, and when they were finished eating, they left some loose change on the table and poured bbq sauce on top of it.
The impressive thing about this was that their waitress was the most calm, meek person in the entire store, and she was emitting curses that would have had a sailor cowering in fear. Never before or since did I see her that g*ddamn furious.
Our store owner promptly went to the table, retrieved the sauce-covered change, intercepted the a**holes in the parking lot, slapped the money in one guy's hand, and told them not to ever f*cking come back.
Start Throwing Bottles
My sister works at an upscale small plate eatery and wine bar and someone put a $5 tip on a $300 bill that included bottle service.
Nausea-Inducing Behavior On Display Here
From a deleted user:
Not leaving me a tip when their kid puked all over the table; they sat there and continued talking while I comforted the kid and cleaned up the puke from the table. In the middle of cleaning puke, the mom asked for a refill on her drink by lifting it and shaking it in my direction, making vomit fling all over, and then informing they needed a new pizza for free because the last slice on the tray got puke on it. They did not leave or take the kid home and did not tip. She flung puke in my face and their eight-to-10-year-old was shirtless because he puked on his shirt and was devastated. I tried to cheer him up by letting him help me blow up balloons in the party room so he could hide from the kids he knew that came in.
The absolute worst customers were the tour buses full of the cranky old people. Forty extremely ornery, demanding, racist f*cks, and you would be lucky to make $4 in quarters from them in the two hours they clog up the place."
Pro-Tip: Don't Work At This Restaurant
I worked for a company where you had to pay 3% of your takings back to the company for the privilege. I.E. if I took £2,000 on a Saturday, I had to give them £60 out of my tips. If I only made £50 in tips, the 10 would come out of my pocket. They justify it by saying that it goes towards training managers and bonuses that managers get. Because... you know... people on minimum wage should have to pay for that.
This made me resent most people. If a table spent £100 and didn't tip, I'd be pissed off because I'd be paying for them to have a good time.
Anyway, to the story. I had a table of eight-or-so people. No manners, nobody said 'please' or 'thank you.' I was there to be their servant, because that was my job, and that was how they acted. When they finally paid, they were short a significant amount. They had taken a prawn head from their plate, and wrapped it up in the cash. I had to find this treat, count the money, and go back and confront them so that I didn't have to pay any more for their delicious meal.
Needless to say, I lost my sh*t, and that was my last shift at this wonderful company. Looking back on it, in the long run I feel like this party did me a big favour. Most nights my 3% would equate to more than my wage for the evening. F*ck paying to work.