Sometimes the High Road is the Best Road
I was waiting tables at a popular steakhouse when I got a party of six seated in my section. An older gentleman requested an eight oz. prime rib. I asked him how he would like it cooked, and he gave the most shocking reply: “I want it your color.”
His wife gleefully laughed as if it was the joke of the century, but I was taken aback. I informed my manager of this offensive remark, and he asked if I wanted to kick them all out. I told him that I would take the hit, but I wasn’t too happy to serve anyone who would think that was an acceptable answer.
I believe they knew they offended me because they ended up leaving me a 30% tip. I guess taking the high road was the best road in this case. Story credit: Reddit/DeepRoot
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