Complete Disbelief
I was a server at Olive Garden for two years. It was a typical busy night during our “never-ending pasta bowl” time of year. One of my first tables of the evening was a family of five—a mom, dad, two sons, and a little girl around two or three.
They were all exceedingly overweight, and the daughter had on a dirty shirt and no pants, just a diaper. When I checked back with them, I noticed an overwhelming scent of poo lingering around the table. I returned with some refills, and the odor was just as intense as before.
On my way around the table to pass out beverages, I passed the high chair and noticed the little girl had her hand in her diaper.
Her next move almost had me sick—I watched her pull out her mess and throw it on the floor to join an even larger one that was already there, slightly covered by a napkin.
I could not hide the disgust on my face. I don’t remember exactly the words I used, but I turned to the parents and said,
“Umm, your daughter has a situation going on over here”. The mother replied, “Yeah, I know I threw that napkin over it”, then continued to devour her third refill of never-ending pasta.
I was in disbelief. Not only were there two pieces of fresh Honey Boo-Boo style poo on the floor, but the girl’s hands were obviously covered in it, and not one family member seemed to care in the slightest. One of the brothers even asked me for another Dr. Pepper while I was standing there still in shock.
I immediately told the manager on duty, and she didn’t believe me. I told her to go see for herself. She politely asked the mother to clean it up immediately and even gave her disinfectant wipes.
That’s when mom blew her top—she claimed it was not her job and she felt discriminated against that we would ask her to do such a thing.
She demanded everything to be paid for. She picked it up, but she didn’t wash her hands, didn’t clean up her daughter, and continued to finish her meal.
I thought it was over, they would pay and leave, but as I was dropping the check, the mom said, “Uh, it’s my son’s birthday. Don’t y’all sing and give us dessert”? werqingurl