Bend This Buddy

So, I'm going to digress a bit in this post and touch on my waitressing job. The wedding I worked yesterday was nucking futs! People are so ridiculous. You would think when you see a woman coming down a flight of stairs with two giant trays of your empty glasses and plates, you might move out of the way. Nope. Instead they just turn, look you straight in the eye, give a half ass smile, return to their conversation, and still stand in the middle of the stairs. Alright, I got you lady. Don't look at your skinless chicken dinner too close, you might see some spit in it. No returns, all dinners are final, thanks! My second favorite behavior of the night was the drunken frat guy singles table. That pretty much says it all, but let me elaborate. As usual, wine is purchased with the wedding and handed out with the guest with their dinner. Us fabulous waitresses go around filling the glasses back up as the guest finish them. No big deal. I noticed this one short, crooked teethed, mismatched, little man had finished his girly glass of white wine. I went over to him and asked him if he would like some more. He was standing in my way of reaching the glass he had put on the table. He looked at me excitedly, "Can I?!" Well yeah duh, I wouldn't ask you if you couldn't. His friend proceeded to hand me the glass, and as I am pouring, the short little man says to his friend, "Now why did you hand her the glass dude, I wanted to watch her bend over as she poured it!" Alright jackass, I am standing right next to you. I can hear you. I know I'm about a foot taller then you, maybe you think sound doesn't travel that far up, I don't know. This was the first time something like this had happened to me, so my reaction was to walk away. My more experience co workers informed me that in that situation, if I feel the need, a slight "oops I'm sorry I missed and poured it into you lap" was quite alright. Next time.