So, the more time I spend at the Olive Garden the more I realize that the general public are total jag-offs. This meant, unfortunately, that it became necessary to keep my sanity by doing things to perhaps punish the offenders in some small way to make myself feel better. We call it retaliation, and honestly, you had to do a lot to get it – but you will get it if you deserve it. So, those of you out there who have to constantly berate your servers to impress your date, make yourself feel important, or just be an asshole can be rest assured that you have been retaliated against in some way, whether it be a Denny’s or a four-star fine dining establishment. You really should think twice before you decide to be a jerk.
I have to say, with all the daily abuse I put up with, I couldn’t bring myself to do some of the things that my coworkers did, although I’ll tell you, some of them totally deserved it. (One of the worst retaliations involved something called the “Humby Special” which I’ll have leave up to your imagination.) Me? I used to lick the plates.
Yes, when someone was being extra rude to me, I used to lick their salad plates. You know, the small chilled ones that they use for the first course of addicting unlimited Olive Garden salad? Nothing major – just a couple of quick licks around the middle before I bring them out. Childish? Yes. Am I proud of it? No. Did it make me feel better?