Tonight a homeless man came in to eat. His hair was matted to his head and he smelled like a mixture of asshole, cigarettes, malt liquor, and skin that had been baking in the sun for 14 years. He also had a tan that most Californians (& the cast of Jersey Shore) would pay a shit ton of money for. He seemed like a nice enough guy but my manager still notified security so they could come and harass him. The homeless man only ordered onion rings and a milk shake but my manager still felt confident that he couldn’t possibly have the money to pay for it.
When security arrived they began asking the homeless guy if he had money, where he had just come from, where he was headed etc. The homeless guy took out a wad of ones that would rival that of a stripper – and I mean a HOT stripper, not some fat stripper with back boobs and a bad weave. Once security finished asking the man questions, they stood at the hostess stand, staring at him while he ate. He paid his check, stiffed the server (of course), and was promptly escorted off of the property by security.
I felt bad for him until I found out that during his meal random guests had stopped by to give him cash. He made $6 while sitting at his table for 20 minutes. That’s a decent living – especially for someone who doesn’t have to pay rent.
Geez…$18.00/hr., the smell, the lizard leather, the constant harassment…everyone has a threshold I guess.