A group of entitled jerks make my life a living nightmare as they constantly complain about everything

about our restaurant, despite the fact that we were doing the best we could understaffed.

So I decided to get some revenge by throwing one of their wireless keys into the Baltimore Harbor that they left behind.

And sure, it's not my proudest moment, but honestly, it was incredibly satisfying.

Here's how it went down.

So 10 years ago, I worked

at a now defunct restaurant in the Baltimore Harbor. We were a fairly busy restaurant, especially for brunch,

but unfortunately, most of our front of house staff was incredibly unreliable. The day was June 5th,

which was a Sunday, and we expected to be incredibly busy because it was a holiday weekend.

When I showed up, only three of our

seven servers, one of our two bartenders, and half the expected amount of back of house had come

into shift. So, as you can expect, I was swamped with tables. What was supposed to be just the patio

section of six tables, I now had the patio and part of the inside a combined 12 table section.

Honestly, it was a nightmare, but I was somehow keeping up with everything. My guests could tell we were understaffed, and most of them were pretty understanding that I wasn't as attentive as I'd like to be, and I think that's because they saw me running around so much. Anyways, it's towards the end of the shift, and I get a table of three gentlemen who from the very start seemed like they were going to be a pretty needy table. I go over, I greet them, and I ask if they wanted to start with some drinks. They said they would need a minute and maybe three minutes pass and I come back. And before I can even ask about drinks, they tell me that I took too long. They then asked for my name and tell me that I was rude that I didn't introduce myself by name. They then said that if I wanted better tips, I should start doing so right away. Now for context, for whatever reason, our owner didn't want us to introduce ourselves by name, only as their server, but I could tell them if they asked. Now, I told them this policy, but I happily provided my name. I then asked that they wanted to put in some drinks and they

obliged. I ring in the drinks and about five minutes later, they waved me down and before the

drinks are even delivered, they tell me they all decided they changed their minds and they

wanted completely different drinks. So I had to run over to the one bartender for the entire

restaurant and tell her not to make the drinks even though she was literally halfway done and she was understandably pissed off. I put in the new drinks and then I go back

to see if they're ready for appetizers and entrees. They say yes and then they order. Five minutes later,

a man from the table comes to talk to me while I'm at another table and they again decide they

changed their minds on the orders, saying that they wanted

to change the appetizers. I then had to excuse myself from the other table, flanked down the chef,

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