Love Is Dead

Waking up on February 14 and being single, is really not that bad. Getting a valentine from my mom was all I needed.

My day was already frustrating, I had to make up a test that took my whole lunch period, I was scheduled to go into work at 3pm, which is impossible because I get out of school at 2:50 and with traffic, the earliest I could get there was 3:30, so I headed to work hangry and frustrated.

I went in with a positive attitude. I was ready to make some money off of people celebrating a glorified holiday. 

First table I had was this couple was on their phones the entire time. Same with the next table, and the next and next. Talk about the language of love, am I right?

I made a typical amount of money that evening but my last table tried to dine and dash. Yep. On Valentine’s Day. 

The first red flag was after I put their order in, they kept wanting to add more and more to their meal. When they were wrapping up, I asked them how they wanted to split the checks. It was a table of 5 grown adults and one child. They kind of brushed me off but I asked again and waited for their answer. I brought them their tickets and stayed watching them. I had an ill feeling about the whole situation so I went and told my manager and he stayed watching. 

One of my coworkers came up to me and said he walked past and heard them complaining about their totals and were now putting on their coats. So I quickly ran over and asked if they were ready to pay. They all answered with a series of “Oh we forgot we still had to do that.” So they each paid me one at a time, making me go back and forth from the register to their table until it was the last person at the table’s turn to pay. She took her sweet time but finally ended up paying. 

I was supposed to get out of work around 9. But didn’t leave until 10:30… 30 minutes after we closed. So happy Valentine’s Day to me!