Around 1998 or so, I was employed at a Cracker Barrell in a capital city in a deep southern state. Needless to say that i was down on my luck and needed work, to come to work for these slavedrivers.
The day waitresses were all redneck types, people that you would see manning the truck stops of this great land. Some worked in there 6 days a week just to make ends meet. The night wait staff were mainly college kids and young adults.
Our main clintele? Pentecostals, Baptists and the elderly. Actually, I liked the Pentecostals and almost took them on their offer for church, but would not go because those snake handlers would of kept me in their fangs. A group that does not allow women to wear pants is a cult not to be reckoned with. They went to CB because no booze was served there.
Old people. One lady would always come in and get the soup of the day, a chicken salad sandwich and tea. Another old man had ceberal palsy, and got angry at me when I could not understand what he was saying, "I’m not drunk!" he would say. He seemed angry, and a shot of whiskey couldn’t of hurt him, but this was Cracker Barrell, not Hooters.
One annoying thing about CB was that they served breakfast all day. The hostess would never ask the customer if they wanted breakfast at dinnertime, it wasn’t her job. She could not have cared less. Really no one gave a damn at CB except the manager, who was trying to keep the malcontenet employees in line one more day and not break too many dishes.
One night this old witch asked for a breakfast menu at about 9PM. I had to run half way back to the hostess stand to do Yolanda’s job for her. She wanted an egg sandwich and she told me that it came with hash browns. Honestly, the egg sandwich is not on the menu, but it can be special ordered. I had several other tables besides her, and I billed her something like 35 cents for the Hash Browns. This woman went insane and started cursing me out and how her shit dinner came with free fried potatoes on the side. People like this confirms that insane people are everywhere, including that sweet old woman playing mind games upon a gullible sap making 2.13 an hour plus tips.
I once accidentally dropped a whole pitcher of water on a 80 plus year old woman. The daughter and son-in-law were angry, but not that bad. We dried her off the best we could, then came back after dinner to start to apologize one more time when the lady told me not to, she already forgot about it. Oh, the joys of Alzheimers.
The cooks were angry black men, imagine the Crips cooking your food. We had a young white girl named Brandy whose mother worked there and was about 19 with a kid at home. I wonder how people give their kids such weird names. Brandy? I would of called her Vodka or Martini myself.
I saw Brandy getting beat up by "50 cent" our dishwasher. Actually, I was cheering for 50 cent. Neither of them were fired. This is how much CB needed them. I dare to say that a lot of the backstaff were felons. Maybe the manager was scared to do anything, I don’t know. This kid commits assault, while I once got "wrote up" for eating a slice of pie.
I worked in a CB 14 hours straight on a Sunday, I have never been so tired. Made 95 USD plus 2.13 an hour (which Uncle Sam took away from my hapless soul. Best tip I made was 14 dollars, been stiffed a lot of times. That is the nature of the beast.
Before we could leave the CB, we were required to roll 200 pieces of silverware, which took some time, and this activity had to be done as well as closing sidework, which includes breaking down crap and "marrying" ketchup bottles. Crap work that took well over an hour, at a payrate of 2.13 an hour. Many of u,21,125869.022,1,14273,18.104.22.168
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