Waiting In Vegas

This morning there wasn’t a hostess until noon.   This means that until then servers were pretty much going to the front and grabbing their own tables to help out.   Six black ladies walk in (most of them wearing animal print) and a busser starts to take them to a closed section near my section.   I grab the menus from the busser, explain the section is closed and walk them to another section with a booth that seats six.   Another male server who I repeatedly call a racist (because of his constant black jokes and Aryan nation appearance) walked over to me and laughed and said something like “nice move.”   I say “yeah, I know.”

Their new server gives me a shitty look because the women immediately complain that their silverware is not clean enough and neither are their water glasses.   Me and my neo nazi co-worker point and laugh at her.   Then, as luck would have it, the tables turn.   The ladies decide that they no longer find the booth that the are sitting in comfortable – they want to move to the original table they were offered.   Since no one is working in that station and I am the closest person I have no choice but to wait on them.   Once they brought over their newly cleaned glasses and silverware and got situated the rest of their lunch was pretty uneventful.   At the end I presented the check by placing it in the middle of the table.   Each lady passed the bill around and pitched in some money until one lady remained who signed the check to her room.   Surprisingly, she tipped $20 on $100 tab.     The problem came when her room came up as being “cash only.”   When I brought this to her attention she remembered having a problem when she checked in.   She then opted to give me a credit card – the card was declined.   This was why she couldn’t charge to her room – her credit card was probably declined there also.   As a courtesy, I call the credit card company – still declined.   I go back to the table and ask for another form of payment.   She offers me another credit card, which is also declined.   The other five ladies get impatient and leave at this point.     She winds up giving me 3 additional credit cards (one at a time, a total of 5) – each card is declined.   She finally pays in cash.   I bring out her change – my tip decreases from $20 to $15.   While that’s fucked up I figure she needs the $5 more than me – I have excellent credit and all of my credit cards are paid off.