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At the age of 16 I was a busboy for IHOP. Will never eat in one.

I admit many years when in college and cooking at dennys a man send a steak back once. Then brought it back a second time himself and said it was not well done. The damn thing was almost burnt. He left, I threw it on the floor stomped and spit on it cooked it some more and sent it to him.

Moral of that story is never never [#%!] off the cook and if perhaps you do make sure its after your done eating.

OK Marty - touche

Too funny. Glad you can enjoy the board as well.

Pedro1 - I second that. My Dad owned 2 restaurants in his lifetime and he would always "critique" food and service when we went out. I grew up with certain expectations and also was taught how to reward excellent service.

So Peter, are you free for dinner later this year?

Oh I am nice during the meals. I will Kindly send something back if it's not cooked right. Just a couple of years ago, my brothers and I, and about 10 other guys, were on our yearly Vegas trip eating at Delmonico's (Emerall's place), when my steak came out medium well, instead of medium rare. They paid for my new medium rare steak, and the desserts were on the house for all. Normally, I would just eat the salad or apps, and not pay for the main course, but when you pay those kinda $$$ it is in the restaurants best interest to be informed of a problem. Speaking of Vegas, Viva Sunday Baby!!

BB, yep, worked at a steak rest. too. This is soooooooooooo gross............ we had waiters that would eat off the guests plates like a shrimp or the other half the steak that hadn't been eaten. I'd never!!!

"Food" for thought... when you send your food to the back to get boxed up, unclude the knike, fork or some type of untencil. How do you think they get the food in the box????? Dump it in? Not usually. I was always very careful and grabbed the persons fork so that I could use that as the scooper or to stab the steak.

LBI, that's good that you did send it back.

Have fun in Vegas!! Bet one hand in BJ for me, k?

OK, I'm confused. I thought this thread was about "worst customer" not "the horrible things we used to do to customers".

As a "worst customer", I once set my purse down at my feet, but under the edge of the table. Unbeknownst to me, the purse straps were laying out in the aisle. The server walked by, got tangled up in them, dropped everything all over the floor as she went crashing down herself, and severely sprained her ankle. After listening to you guys, I'm lucky that I'd already finished eating my lunch by then.

Ha ha ha ha! I'm so sorry SS! I could go on and on and on... but perhaps I better not.

Glad I didn't trip on your purse!

Then there's the time some friends of mine got on a bus in Manchester, England. A "conductor" came around to collect fares. The four schoolboys had to pay 10d each (that was the old penny, 240 to £1, when £1 was quite a lot of money - a labourer was doing well if he earned £20 a week). The maximum legal tender in pennies was one shilling, 12d - above that amount the conductor wasn't obliged to accept. Old pennies were quite large and heavy.

One of the guys had a bag full of pennies from a gas meter at home, so offered 40d (for those nostalgic for English currency pre-1971, 3s 4d) for all their tickets. The conductor looked at the bulky & heavy pile of coins and refused to accept them. Quite within his legal rights, but not very helpful.

Our heroes thought for barely a split second, then distributed the 40d, 10d to each of them, and each separately proffered his 10d. The conductor accepted the first 10d with an easy grace, took the second with only slightly less enthusiasm, accepted the third with some reluctance, then balked at the fourth but finally took it anyway. When he had finished putting the last ten 1d coins in his leather money belt he stopped, looked the boys in the eye(s), and said "I suppose you think that's b****y clever?!".

The boys acknowledged that they thought it was.

Or there's the time that I accompanied my sister-in-law and her beagle into a pet shop to buy a new leash. She selected a lovely woven leather one and clipped it on the dog's collar. At some point the dog pulled away and the leash dropped onto the floor, still attached to the dog.

We looked around the shop and selected one or two more items to buy, then called the dog and headed for the checkout. Where there had been an attractive woven leather leash maybe 4 feet long there was now a stub no longer than 1 foot. The dog had chewed off the rest. The assistant at the checkout offered to get a replacement, but as we knew the owner of the shop we declined, paid up and left.