Waiting In Vegas

A party of six annoying drunk asian-americans came in tonight. They insisted they were ready to order immediately but made me stand at their table for 10 minutes while they figured out what they wanted. One girl was especially high maintenance, demanding, and rude. Her order contained 5 different special instructions and she needed 3 different kinds of sauces. When Picky Bitch’s food arrived she also needed extra of each of the three sauces and requested one new one.

After the table was done eating, I offered them dessert. They declined and I told them I would get their check. Picky Bitch replied “You mean checks right? We obviously need separate checks.” I told her that I wasn’t aware of their need for separate checks so it would take a few minutes to get them separated by the cashier. Since I had several new tables I asked a co-worker to collect the payment for each of the checks after I dropped them off. Four people paid in cash and the remaining two paid with credit cards (including Picky Bitch). My co-worker brought everyone their change and one guy his credit card receipt. Picky Bitch’s card was denied. When the other server told her, Picky Bitch replied “No, you did it wrong. Put in the zip code.” The server told Picky Bitch that there wasn’t a place to put the zip code and there was no way she ran the card incorrectly.

Picky Bitch then comes up to me and says “The other server said this card is denied and you need to put the zip code in to get it to go through.” I told her that our credit card system is not like the one she uses at a gas station and it doesn’t require or even have a place to input the zip code. I also told her that it doesn’t tell us why her card is denied and that she would need to call her credit card company directly and ask them – for instance, it could be flagged for security reasons if she has money on it. Picky Bitch insisted she had money on her card. While she argued with me, the remaining members of her party just left her- with no way to pay her check (which of course was awesome and well-deserved).

After a couple of minutes of arguing with me, Picky Bitch decides to call her credit card company. It takes her 10 minutes of being on hold before someone answers. I’m not sure what they said but when she hung up she was pissed and did not tell me to try her card again. She then called one of her friends to come back and give her some cash. He handed me $20 (the bill was $19.45) and told me to keep the change and left.

I really hope Picky Bitch enjoys the rest of her Vegas vacation but it seems pretty unlikely since she has no money. There’s hope though since she was wearing a dress the size of dental floss – I’m sure some desperate bastard will pay her way in exchange for sex.