Restaurant’s Solidarity

Author Lain Walker

I was a waitress at a restaurant for about two years while I was still at school. At the age of 16, shortly after I started, I took an order at the table of a man and a woman. The man stared at me, and sighed loudly. I ignored him, smiled at him and asked if they were ready to order. He pretended I was not there and called at the bar, in front of the other guests.

“Can a normal waitress pick up my order?”

He shouted, rather annoyed. I was completely disturbed by the situation. My manager immediately came to my rescue.

“Is there a problem, sir?” She asked politely.

“No, not with me, with her.” He pointed at me, still looking at my manager.

“I’m sorry sir, I did not quite understand your problem,” she told him nervously.

He laughed, and made a fool’s head. I put my hand on my ear and felt the thread of my hearing aid. He had set me on fire, and I could not even react.

“I do not want a disabled person to serve me, find me someone else.”

There was no noise in the restaurant. All the world watched the scene unfold. My manager seemed to be about to explode.

“I will not allow a client to belittle and insult one of my employees like that, I ask you to leave the restaurant NOW, and you will NEVER be able to come back to it.” Was it clear to me?

The man shouted at her that she did not have the right to treat him like that, but two other waiters came to our rescue and watched him insistently that they leave with the woman who accompanied him. .

My manager took me to his office and hugged me. She asked me if I wanted to go home, but I replied that I wanted to stay until the end of my working hours because there were still many people at the restaurant. The kitchen also prepared me a dessert for after the end of my service.

I can say, without any risk of being wrong, that I received advice that marked me that night. Other guests let me know how perfect I was for this job and that it was just a rude ignorant. http://bit.ly/2xx0t3U

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