After this night, Doug still comes in, every, single, fucking, night. Every single night. Same table, I know what he wants, even if he is eating, which is rare, but I know what he wants.
We don't talk other than the pleasantries of the restaurant. Seriously, fuck you Doug, you fucking piece of shit.
Come damn near the end of my employment at this place. "Good to see you Doug, I just wanted to tell you, I am moving in a couple weeks and will no longer be here. Thank you for everything sir, it is appreciated."
Again, this is 6pm, we didn't get bust until 9pm-ish in the lounge. Doug bursts into tears.
"Whoa, Doug, what's going on man? I'll be around every once in a while, and I'm pretty sure I know where to find you!! It's ok man!!"
Doug wipes up his tears with a cracker, a fucking saltine cracker, mostly because I didn't give him silverware.... because fuck you Doug.
Oh Doug, looking back, you're a brilliant soul. still, fuck you, you fucker.
Doug screams out, literally screams, in a restaurant full of people, my lounge, just Doug.
"FUCK ME?! NO BROTHER, FUCK YOU! YOU JUDGED ME SINCE DAY ONE! I JUST WANTED TO TALK TO YOU! YOU TALKED ABOUT THAT SHIT, I DIDNT ASK. SO FUCK ME? NO!, FUCK YOU!"
I was taken back, i was surprised, I was having an anxiety attack. I think I pee'd. I calmly walked to his table, I asked him calmly,
"Doug, will you please leave, you're more than welcome tomorrow. Right now. We can't do this. I need you to leave."
Doug responds, "I don't give a fuck what you NEED or what you want. I have do nothing to you, and you know it."
"Doug you are correct, you've only done good things for me, but, at this time, I need to ask you to leave. Youve been drinking you're normal wine, plus shots of MacCallan every other drink. I'm sorry Doug. Lets talk it over tomorrow, yeah?"
Doug gets up, walks out. No money this time. Not even exact change. Nothing.
Next day, Doug comes in at 6pm, as per usual.
"Doug, look man, I'm trying to be honest as polite as I can."
"Yes, what Justin?"
"Last night, you left here with a $2000 tab. You didn't offer to pay it, nor did you seem to care. You just left. I covered it for you for now, because anything over $100 I am required to report to authorities."
"Yes sir, got it, can I have my dinner please?" He says as if he doesnt care. At thsi time you need to understand, yes, $2-5 tips are great, but I was really counting on my one or two $100 tips to pay my bills. Should I have cut back? Yes. Should I have got rid of the M5? Yes. The m3? YES? Should I have done this that the other thing, yes, yes i should have, but I cant fucking go back and do that.