January 31, 2022 Festus Opens Front Door. No More Service For Last Night's Table From Me!

"Duke" 6x8 oil on copper finished Sold. Thanks.
I decided to work more on this portrait of a friend's beloved dog.

I thought the face and feet needed more work. I simplified the background.
She is much more pleased with the portrait now.

Festus knows how to open the door to go to the screen room!
He sticks his foot out of the door. Gives the door a shove.

And out he goes. He is safe in the screen room.

He hops in his cat stroller awaiting a ride.
Normally he is quiet in his stroller and patient.

Festus is often seen hanging his front legs from on top of the refrigerator.
Cats do this. He has beautiful legs. He chirps sometimes.
Last night was another very cold night here in Fort Myers, Florida.
I had the oil filled radiator heater on full blast. I think it might have
been 55 or 60 degrees inside the trailer. Festus was mad. He hates cold.
I was sitting in the recliner when he leaped on me and attacked me!
He bite my arm hard and was using his sharp claws to slice up my skin.
He was sitting on his hind legs just swinging his front paws trying to get at me.
I grabbed him and held him close. He settled down after a minute. The Bob Cat
comes out in Festus sometimes. Luckily he becomes a sweet kitten after a minute.
I told Festus, "You are a naughty kitty!" He gave me a very angry look.
Five minutes later he was purring and being sweet once again!

Last night was slow at the restaurant. I worked from 2-10pm.
We are not allowed to eat during a shift. Eight hours is a long time to go without
food. Things were going fine. There was a party of 15 people who came in to eat.
The owner gave this table to Chris who is a very seasoned waiter. The owner said,
"I am going to give it to Chris. You are too new. You will mess it all up!" in broken English.
Yes I agreed with him. I told him very very good idea. One of my tables asked why I
did not get the table. I told her I was very new and I would probably get it all wrong.
I think she understood. I was getting 20$ tips from my tables anyway.
Then a party of six came into the restaurant. Six African Americans. Three of them were
women, two small children, one teenager. Chris turned them down. The owner, smiling at
me, asked me if I could take them. "Sure!" I said.
I tried to get their drink order. One lady on my right said, "Coke." No one
else wanted to give me their drink order. A younger lady yelled to me, "Give me 12 oysters steamed
special sauce hot! Make sure they steam them extra!" I am getting use to people shouting out
food orders before drinks. I decided to come over to her. I said, "I better come over to you because
you look like you are a person in charge" She laughed and loved this. She started to tell me all the
food order for her kids. There was three fried rice orders. All of them were to be cooked differently.
I was writting all the information down. She wanted two cooked with extra soy sauce. One had no egg. One
fried rice was to be cooked normally. The whole order was like that. They had dined here often. They knew
what they could substitute. They knew how they wanted everything cooked. This was very unusual.
I was writing all their special instructions. I put their order in. I checked it all three times.
I brought the food to them. One lady was mad because her fried rice was sitting on her table three minutes
before her main course came out. I asked her if I could put it in the microwave. She kept complaininig
about it. I ran to the kitchen 15 times to bring them items. Lemons! More Sweet Iced Tea! Fork! It was unbelievable
the things they could come up with for me to bring them! More bibs! More butter! I did very well serving them.
Then they said they wanted three separate checks. Since none of them ordered in a dignified manner, I could not
arrange it by seat when I first put the order in. One lady was paying for her own. She was easy to do. The Grandmother was
paying for herself and the grandkids but later decided she would pay only for herself after I arranged it all. The Mother
ended up paying for her kids. The Mom was mad at the total of her bill! 99$
They were not happy about the 18% gratuity. They complained like crazy that it was on
their bill. I told them there was a big sign on the front door that stated parties 5 or more would have 18% gratuity added.
She yelled and yelled about it. I told her I worked very hard for them. I gave them excellent service. They had even
told the owner how patient and how great of a server I was. The owner said, "Yes and she is White too! Very hard to get White
worker!" I was shocked at this and so was the table! They told him he had better not say something like that. I did all of
the credit cards. During the evening they asked me what my name was three times and snickered. They asked me if I was new.
Yes I said. One lady sneeringly asked, "What one day new? Ha Ha Ha!" No I said. They made fun of me all night long.
After I gave they had paid. I said "Well that was fun! You all had a great time? They said, "Oh yes it was wonderful!"
I told them next time we would find them a more experienced waiter. They needed someone else to take care of them. I said
I would decline serving them again. Of course the lady got mad. She started to shout across the entire restaurant to the owner!
The owner came over to her. She was standing up shouting about the gratuity. She said something about, "Well what are
we going to do? Am I going to need to call the police?" I think the owner told her for what? You had excellent food. You
said she was a great server. The sign on door says 18% added on parties of 5 or more? What for? " Well then she
just stood there with her hands on her hips. "Can she decide to not serve us again?" She yelled this so loud that other
tables heard and started to laugh. They told me good for you. They are terrible. They finally left. The owner wanted
to know if I was mad at all their special orders? I told them, 'No that was not a problem. They were making fun of me.
They were not nice to me. I do not need to be treated like that. I can decide who I serve. I will not serve them again."
He shook his head in agreement. When I was leaving I walked to the owner, "Do you want to talk with me?" He said,"No.
Everything is fine." I told him goodnight and left. The night was so disturbing I could not sleep. I have to work another
long shift tonight. 2-8pm..maybe till 10pm. Then I will have off work three days. That is good.

Good night.





















































































































