When I worked at the shop I also waited tables at night in the Seafood Capital of SC, Murrels Inlet. my holy wage was 6.00 per hr to start. We were a start up and way broke. So I worked 5-6 nights a week at a high end place m. I was their best server and any senator, rrp, governor etc was always at my table even if there was a bus load.
Well the governor was Beasley im pretty sure. Think SC version of slick Willie but a pub scumbag. He got running off on term but it may have been hodges after him. 40 people come in. I take all their orders for drinks 1 at a time and write down nothing. 49 fuckers telling me I better get their shit right since I'm not writing it down. Of course I do get every one correct and open and pourq0 bottle of house cab sav. Same with dinner and now these smart-ass fuckers started special ordering every meal tell me to write it down. I explain not everyone is a politician and I can handle my job or theirs but they could never do what I did. I get every single one correct. But I put the Gov in last so they'd have to wait to get his last before they could eat. Then this dick sucker complains his fish is overcooked. I grabbed his plate took it to the Governor to determine if it appeared overcooked or was this guy mad that I didn't need to write his order down. The Governor approved I took it back and told him to eat it. I got an 700.00 tip on that one table. My best was 1k from a famous singer bc I got people to leave him alone or id whip their ass. That black mogul and his girl were thankful. Dr Dre left me 10@100 cash. I told him if he need weed to give me a call. Never heard from him but there are wutang kid rock and outlast stories from house of blues and the tiddy bar Master's
