Anyways, Tank, the kids, and I decided to eat breakfast out Sunday morning because he wanted pancakes, I wanted french toast, and the kid...well they didn't care. They wanted the coloring pages more than anything.
The place we picked - a local, one place only, no where else can it be found restaurant - was booming with customers. It was Sunday morning and the church groups were out. It wasn't overly busy though at that moment, so we were seated right away.
We were seated in a corner booth, with two other tables next to us. I didn't pay them much mind, and I didn't think they paid us much attention either. From what I did notice was that one table was nearly done, while the other one had no food yet, but no menus.
We waited roughly 10 minutes to place our order (waitress had been by though about drinks). Not that we were in any hurry honestly. When the waitress got to our table, she looked a little frazzled.
I smiled at her and asked if it had been busy. "Yeah," she said, "plus it's my first Sunday shift, alone, ever." Poor girl, no wonder she looked like she was at her wit's end.
I placed the kids orders first, and then while I was explaining what I wanted, a guy at the table to the left of us snapped his fingers. "WAITRESS!" I looked at my waitress, who looked like she was trying to count to ten in her mind before she exploded.
"I'll be right with you sir after I am finished at this table." You'd think he could wait one to two more minutes. Tank and I already knew what we wanted and didn't have a long complicated order. But, you know that's never the case when it comes to working in retail.
The jackass snapped his fingers three times more and then WHISTLED to the waitress like she was some fucking dog. Poor girl was flushed, telling him one more time to wait.
I rushed my order out to her, and it was Tank's turn. I gave her an, "I'm so sorry this is happening to you" look.
While Tank was saying his order, the jackass got out of his seat and tapped the waitress on her shoulder. I could tell Tank was biting his tongue from saying something; he hates being interrupted. He just gave her a "go ahead and deal with the jerk" nod.
Waitress turns to the jackass. "What can I do for you, sir?"
Jerk: "I need more coffee."
Waitress: "I will bring you some more after I am done getting these people's order taken. Please sit down."
Jerk: "I want it now though."
Waitress: "I have to go back to the kitchen to get it. So if you sit down, I can gather this man's order and rush back there to drop it off while I pick up the coffee."
Waitress got Tank's order finally - he rushed it out without stopping for a breath so it sounded like "Pancakeswithasideofhashbrownsandsometoast!"
Waitress runs off, drops our ticket to the kitchen, and hurries back with the coffee. When she leaves, jackass stands back up and comes to our table to talk to us.
"Do you young folks go to church?"
Da hell...We just muttered no and hoped he gets the fuck away from us. (We are religious, we just don't go to church every Sunday, more like...holidays.)
"Well, let me tell you about [religion!]"
Tank turns to the jackass and says, "What church do you attend?"
The guy tells us and Tank answers, "And your name?"
Guy tells us, acting all excited like he finally recruited someone.
Tank says, "Thanks, I'll be sure to call the pastor there to talk to them about the behavior of their members. You treated that poor waitress like dirt found on a shoe. I want nothing to do with your church if that's how you treat people."
The jackass turns pale. He tells Tank, "You, and your bitch here, are nothing more than some going to hell scum. Stupid teenagers having kids before you even finish high school!"
I turned to the jerk and said, "For your information, I had my oldest when I was 20. I graduated high school two years before that. Also, my old church supported me 100%. I just don't go there often because it's too far away."
Jerk dragged his feet back to his table. He and his party left shortly afterwards, without leaving a tip. How do I know? Because the jerk made a dramatic gesture about leaving some church-prayer card thing behind.
We enjoyed our meal, which was very yummy, in peace. Tank left a really big tip to make up for the jerk table. I think he felt guilty, like it was his fault the poor waitress didn't get a tip from them.
And true to his word, Tank called the church and talked to the pastor. Even explained he might have been interested if it weren't for that display of one of their members. (Tank likes to visit other churches from time to time since we don't have a church for our religion in a 20 mile radius.)
The pastor just said that he was terribly sorry we had to witness something like that and that he'll try to talk to the jerkface about it. Also begged Tank not to judge the whole church because of one idiot. Tank said he may visit sometime in the future, but then he might not.