Playing Ketchup
To preface, I work in a restaurant where we make our own ketchup and some people just don’t like it. Fine, whatever—if you’re nice, I’ll bring you the secret Heinz ketchup as long as you don’t tell anyone. Anyway, a woman was seated at my table looking super excited.
She told me she was on a blind date. She ordered a drink and waited anxiously. How cute, right? Wrong. The dude showed up on his phone, completely ignoring the hostess. He eventually made his way to the beautiful woman waiting for him. He continued to talk on his phone for like fifteen minutes.
When he finally hung up, I went over to the table. He tried to order for her, which obviously embarrassed her. For himself, he ordered a well-done steak and fries. When I brought it to him, he asked for a very specific brand of ketchup.
When I informed him that we didn’t have it, he grunted and said he had some ketchup packets in his truck. As soon as he walked out the door, she asked for her half of the check and her food to go. I helped her leave out the side door before he could even come back. It was awkward serving him after that.
He used seven ketchup packets. Story credit: Reddit / TheDoubtfulGuest