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Instant Dining Karma - what is it? Well, from this Reddit thread, it seems that it’s a term for when a rude or bad customer gets exactly what’s coming to them.
The thread is a monster and compiles stories from restaurant workers who recount tales of when karma struck just at the right time.
The thread covers everyone working in the service industry, but we’ve managed to pick out a few highlights from those working specifically in food service.
Prepare to enjoy that wonderful feeling that only a good serving of karma can deliver.
"Working the window at McDonald's late night. Guy orders whatever and pulls up to the window. I'm cooking and handling the window, so I wasn't there when the customer pulled up. When I walked up to the window, I didn't see the fucker with trash in his lap. I open the window to take his card/cash, and he throws a bag of trash at me. I take a step back, bothered that I just got trash thrown at me, and I watch his car speed off. I'm pissed, but there's nothing I can do. A couple seconds later, I hear a small bang of metal on metal. I walk to the lobby and look out the windows. The douchebag slammed into a police cruiser who was about to loop around and use the drive thru himself. Of course, I also went to tell the officer what just happened inside."
"Standing at the counter of the pizza place I work at. Lady storms in and slams a pizza down on the counter. 'This isn't the fucking pizza I ordered, what the hell are you going to do about it?' she asked. I look at the pizza then at my buddy Nick and turn back to her and say, 'Nothing.' She then goes on a long rant telling how we are going to be fired, how stupid and incompetent we were, she actually told me I must be 'retarded,' then asked why the hell we weren't going to do anything? I said, 'Because that pizza came from the pizza shop across the street.' I think she actually managed to shrink in size and slink out looking so pathetic and beaten I almost felt bad for laughing till tears dripped down my face as she slunk off."
"Used to be a pastry chef at a place that did high tea. Had some snobby rich lady pull the 'don't you know who I am?!' thing, treated the staff like shit the entire way through ... and then her credit card got declined at the end."
"More than a few decades ago, I worked at Denny's. I had two male customers that decided to dine and dash. Got their licence plate number and reported it to the cops and jokingly mentioned that they didn't even tip! Later that night, they got pulled over for DUI, cops recognised licence plate number from the report, brought them both back to the restaurant and forced them to pay the bill. After he was done paying, the cop just stood there and looked at them and said, 'Well?' The guy sheepishly handed me my tip."
"A group of guys came into my restaurant who were "celebrating" this rather rotund man's divorce. Needless to say, any pretty server in the building was about to have an uncomfortable visit.
I kept an eye on their table, but can't stand a stare before it becomes obvious I'm supervising them and not my staff. So I ran to the kitchen to check up on the cooks. I was gone maybe 15 seconds when a server comes to get me to cut the recent divorcé off because he just grabbed one of the girl's butts. Not cool dude.
I go out to the table to take them their checks and ask them to leave. I tell the table I had a complaint from one of the staff, and said there would be no more drinks served to them, and that they needed to pay their tabs and leave.
Now, I'm not a small guy, but the six of them could easily cause more than a ruckus. Once their glazed eyes realise what's happening and that they weren't at a strip club, the divorcé shouts, "oh yeah, and what the fuck is you gonna do if we don't?" He starts to stand up, but is a bit too husky for his gut to clear the lip of the table, and he spills two full pitchers of beer and six almost empty glasses all over himself and his friends, as he slips back into his chair with a thud. I didn't have to say another word. His one friend threw down $100, apologised, and dragged his beer–covered friend shamefully out the side door."
"I am a bartender/server in a popular corporate bar and restaurant. I deal with a lot, but this was a particularly uncomfortable experience. Loser guy and his trashy gf were rude the entire time – initially, they wouldn't make eye contact and interrupted my greeting them by ordering two margaritas. They took up my table for two hours, ordered a ton of food, drinks and dessert, all the while treating me like garbage (eye rolling, scoffing, generally being aggressive, sent back an appetiser, etc..). I dropped off their check hoping they'd GTFO as soon as possible, honestly didn't care if they tipped and I certainly didn't expect them to. They waited till I bussed another table and went back to the kitchen, wrote "bad service" and drew a dick on their check ... then walked out without paying. I discovered this about three minutes after they exited the building. By this time, it was 20 minutes to closing. I had no other tables ... and to my absolute pleasure, that douchebag left his keys and cell phone in the booth. I grabbed my manager and we sat in the booth behind the one they'd just left, knowing they'd either call or have to come back in very shortly. Sure enough, they called, manager answered and politely and enthusiastically told them to come right in. And when they did, I sat there holding the keys and cell phone with a huge smile on my face, while my manager demanded payment for their $129 tab ... assholes."