There's a story behind this new nickname!
I've been waiting tables for about 13 years and really, I sometimes think I've heard it all, but then I find out I haven't!
Friday night...We're busy and one of the other servers (let's call her J) comes up to me and says, "I have a problem..."
Me: ?
J: "The lady on 16 asked for the DH Pinot (fictional wine name). When I brought it to her, she said she asked for the DH Pinot GRIS not the DH Pinot NOIR. I told her we don't carry the DH Pinot GRIS only the Pinot NOIR. She says she saw a bottle of the GRIS on the shelf when she walked in. I remind her that we don't carry the GRIS. She says I don't want to open the bottle of GRIS for her."
Me: "Is she crazy? She thinks you're keeping the wine from her?"
J: "Yes. Will you go talk to her?"
Me: "No problem."
Me: "Hi, my name is Lori and I'm the wine buyer for the restaurant. Your server mentioned that you wanted two glasses of the DH Pinot Gris, but unfortunately, we don't carry that wine."
Crazy: "Yes, you do, I saw it on the shelf when I walked in."
Me: "Ma'am, as the wine buyer I can assure you I don't carry the DH Pinot Gris. I am bound by one rule on my list and that is I don't carry a white and a red from the same producer except for Eyrie Vineyards."
Crazy: "I saw it on the shelf when I walked in. I'll show you."
We walk to the RED wine table/shelves that she's speaking of and look at every bottle and label.
Crazy: "Well, now it's gone. Someone moved it. It was here when I walked in. I know it was because I have a bottle of it at home and I recognized the label. It's white."
Me: "I'm really sorry, Ma'am. I don't know what to tell you, I don't carry that wine. This is the RED wine table and the Pinot Gris are always in the walk-in. I don't carry the DH Pinot GRIS, only the NOIR. I unload the wine orders myself and didn't receive any DH GRIS."
Crazy: "Well, I know it was there. You don't want to open it for me."
Me: blink, blink
Crazy walks back to her table. There was nothing more to say. Does this lady really think that I would hide a bottle of wine from her? Like, she walked in the restaurant and I said to myself, "I don't think I'll let her have what she wants!"?
(As a f*ck y*u, I took home a bottle of DH Pinot Noir and enjoyed it immensely!)
Heard at another table...
Me: "Good evening, How are you tonight?"
2nd Crazy: in a tone that says that it's all your fault - "Well, I would be FINE if the weather was BETTER!" (Seriously, I almost can't emphasize enough the venom that was in her voice!)
Hmm, if I could control the weather maybe I wouldn't wait tables for a living!