WAITRESS (opening May 2nd) revolves around Keri Russell and her co-workers, all of whom are waitresses in a diner known for its pies. So we though it'd be fun to have people share their own funny stories from restaurants -- whether working in them or dining in them.

See Searchlighters' responses below -- and please add your own tales in the comments box!

  • "Three heavy-set women on vacation were seated in my outdoor section. It started raining and a busboy came to install a large umbrella to cover rain. They spontaneously cheered and clapped 'Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!' like Eddie Murphy in The Nutty Professor."
  • "Either getting retribution on the *&%$ manager of a Farrell's Ice Cream by handing him a stack of 200+ degree metal platters fresh from the Hobart, or (at the same job) surreptitiously turning a drinking straw into a blow-gun and shooting frill-picks to explode birthday-party balloons at unsuspecting tables full of small children and petulant adults. In retrospect, a pretty fun job."
  • "Why is it that when you bring to a waiter's attention that there is old food debris pasted on to your fork that they hold it up to the light, study it and then want to challenge you on your request for a new, clean fork?"
  • "In the 70's a group of us ate at Astro Burger on Melrose and Gower and there was a bug crawling on the wall by our table. A friend we were with flipped out and threw his double cheeseburger with special sauce against the wall in a huge splat."
  • "I got my first job in the film industry as a result of serving Peter & Bobby Farrelly. They were shooting 'Me, Myself & Irene' in Vermont, so after many evenings of them coming into my bar for dinner and drinks, I asked for a job, and became a set PA 5 days later."
  • "I worked at a family-owned Italian restaurant where the entire family actually worked. The younger son was 'unique' and had extremely hairy fingers. Every time he scooped ice cream I literally would go into convulsions and try to steer costumers away from the flavors I saw him scoop."
  • "When I was a senior in high school I was the drive-thru girl at Rally's on Venice Blvd. My boyfriend thought it would be really funny to drive-thru and order a banana milk shake and then say "banana" to every question I asked him like, "Would you like anything else with that?" He didn't know my manager stood next to me listening to every order on a headset."
  • "A hot waitress left me her phone number on my bill once. Okay, she wasn't hot. And she left it for my friend."
  • "The waitress spilled the drinks on me then while she was cleaning, grabbed my retainer case and threw them out - that bitch."
  • "I worked at a pizza joint during my high school summers, and we would call out order numbers over a loud speaker. I, of course, took advantage of this opportunity to train and perfect my vocal skills, and became quite popular for singing out orders in the style of Ms. Britney Spears."
  • "I was being served at an Italian restaurant and the waitress was balancing a lot of full plates. She spilled sauce on her hands as she was serving. After she put the plates down she held up her hands, which had red sauce in the middle of them, and said, 'Look, it's stigmata!'"
  • "I worked as a Subway Sandwich "Artist" for 3 years in High School. We used to get bored and speak to customers with fake accents that we slowly faded out as we moved down the toppings line to the register until it was gone by the time they paid. They were always very confused."
  • "In Austria, asking a waitress for directions, we both leaned over my map then stopped, looked at each other because we both smelled the most acrid, horrible smell - she then started patting my head as my hair had caught on fire from the candle on the table."
  • "My first job was as a hostess at Steak & Ale. I can barely remember anything except that on the nights I worked, I would eat half the starlight mints in the bowl by my hostess stand because we weren't allowed to eat real food when working. I had really fresh breath that year."
  • "I had a family member who did a short stint as a cook for McDonald's. She worked on the breakfast shift and decided to dye the pancakes green for St. Patrick's Day. No one ate them."
  • "I worked in a movie theatre. When cleaning up the theatre we found a gallon jar of pickles that someone had snuck into the theatre. The pickles were gone and all that was left was the juice."
  • "On the same day in my first week as a waiter at a southern food restaurant I put my hand through a glass window AND dropped a heavy metal pole (for weighing down tarps draping the sides of an enclosed patio) on a female customer's head while she was eating, made her bite her tongue and burst into tears."
  • "I was the world's clumsiest waitress: dropped a tray of cocktails on a group of people. Dropped a hot cup of coffee on a customer. Used to give people fully caffeinated beverages when they asked for decaf if they were rude. Used to curse when anyone would hot tea because there were 7 elements to it: cup, saucer, lemon, tea bag, hot water teapot, doily, small plate."

Okay, now it's your turn! Tell us your own funny restaurant story in the comments box below. And be sure to check out WAITRESS on May 2nd!

You know, sometimes you hear stories about things that you think must be thought up or contrived just for the pure enjoyment of it all, but what happens next put me into a bit of a silent, non-responsive mode I rarely, if ever find myself.
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So I’m a waiter today. Almost 40 years old, almost a graduate from college, defunct on the surface without the right car, job, house, etc., yet still holding out for that next break. However, on this Sunday’s dinner hour at the notorious Tavern, I’ve decided to pick up a few straggling tables from behind the bar and get things closed up early. The little tavern is just about empty tonight. The last of the guests have filtered out and returned home for the night. As I ripple and rappel with the details of closing, a three-top comes in, two men and one elderly lady sit and get situated.

I’m sunny by nature. Built in and hard-wired into my system is a naturally positive disposition I usually take everywhere. “Hey guys,” is all I can get out as I see that my closing time just reached another hour.

“How much are your fries?” asked this bulging man to my right.

“About a buck and a half, would you like an order?” Thinking maybe these cheap fucks will eat the fries, pay to the penny and get home.

“Hmmm, how much is your Budweiser?” Squawked the anemic little guy to my left.

“Three-fifty a bottle,” you fuck nut. Would you like Jana over there to shove it up your ass for you, it’s only phity cent more? ‘God how I wish I could do that…….’

“three-fifty a bottle,” as he breathed a mist of camel light smoke melded with sardine oil onto my now smoldering face. “I could get a twelve for that!”

My empty smile tells him I suppose he could in hazle-fuckin-tucky, but then again, why not just have your wife / sister go get you a 40, meet her back at the trailer park, slap the shit outta her, fuck the dog, and call it a night.

But not tonight, as I’ve yet to hear the crescendo of this evenings symphony.

As I look up from Bud Boy to the older women I realize these two are her sons. Something about the texture of the crows feet that each of them share about their eyes. The folds and shape of their jowls just below their ear-line to the jaw also says related, somehow.

She meddles, stirs a bit in her seat, and generally seems uncomfortable being here with these two. “I’ll have the fish and chips.” Her voice is old, matching her face. Her cloths hang on her frail frame, and I see her hands; utterly absent of energy or life. A twinge of sadness hits me.

“Drinks?” I feel weird now for some reason, almost guilty.

“Just waters.” This from bubbles the cracker-clown on my right.

“Be right back!” As I peel away from the table to get the order in, them out, and me home.

You know, sometimes you hear stories about things that you think must be thought up or contrived just for the pure enjoyment of it all, but what happens next put me into a bit of a silent, non-responsive mode I rarely, if ever find myself.

I return to the table with the 3 waters, and as I’m setting them down, bubbles starts to mumble something about an ashtray when the slender, dying mother of these two ding-dongs slaps bubbles on the shoulder and exclaims, “Donny, Donny,” in a voice scratched and frayed from years of filter-less Pall Malls, “look! What is this?”

As I look up, straight into her crinkly, yet gentile face, I see her pulling something from her mouth; a mouth with nothing but darkness in it. I follow her bony, lifeless hand as it extracts this blackened pearl from her mouth, and she tosses it lightly, staring with interest, onto the table. The tooth, obviously dead a long time ago, bounces once, twice and spins a few times before it settles neatly next to Bubbles crumpled paper napkin, now smeared with a mysterious substance.

For the first time in decades I am truly stunned and mortified. Usually I have a good line or a solid distraction from the horrors of a situation like this in order to make everyone ‘Seem” ok. But not here, not tonight, not with the check average on this table.

Bubbles the ass-crack clown breaks the now very long silence. “Damn Ma, I guess the dentist missed that one.”

“What the fuck,” I shout to myself!

Bubbles looks to me as he says this, as if I’m suppose to laugh or chortle or add something fresh and new to the insane situation. Instead, I look at him with a twisted half “It’s OK smile” mixed in with a contorted, ‘Th’ kind of lip-lift across my disbelieving face, and all I can utter is a peep or two from the back of my throat in the half-ass form of a laugh.

I walk back to towards the bar and can hear the shuffling of chairs as they rise and walk out of the Tavern

so if the restaruant is dirty what i can do or who i can ask...

NOT your server she has WAY too many things to worry about and frankly probably dosnt care, ask owners if none available, managment, host, server

As a bus-boy, I fell in the middle of a crowded dining room holding a wet floor sign in my hands. People were choking on their food, they were laughing so hard. The worst part... I was the one who had spilled the drink on the floor not two minutes earlier!

I work in a bistro restaurant and one day a young man at the table ordered a seabass steak. He then told me he'd like it well done before asking, "which part of the cow does that come from anyway?!" Priceless

I was about thirteen years old and my family went to a restaurant in Baltimore. I had a huge obsession with bacon cheeseburgers. I ordered one, and so I was putting mayo on it. I thought I saw something move when I picked up the burger so I mentioned it to my older sister and she told me I was crazy. So I picked up a chip and I saw something fall off of it. So, I told my sister again I saw something and she told me to stop. So, I picked up the burger and something fell off the bottom of the burger onto the plate. A COCKROACH!!! So, we tweaked, jumped into a booth on the other side of the restaurant. The restaurant offered me a new meal, on the house. Me, being the smart teenager I was, ordered another bacon cheeseburger.

I work at a pretty fancy establishment and about passed out laughing the other day. When I brought out the beautifully arranged dessert tray to a group of women one burst out "Get behind me Satan!!!"

I work at a resturant that serves prime rib every friday and saturday nite. During one of my first shifts on these first nites, i had a table w/ one woman who was absolutely ghastly. First the prime rib was too rare. She snapped at me about it, as if it were my fault. I took it back to kitchen, and the cooks threw it on the grill. I took it back out. Again, in an even more accusing tone, she comlained. Too rare. May I add, she requested mid rare. It was already headed towards mid well. Took it to the cooks again. This time it was too well done. So we got a new cut. The cooks made it just over mid rare. She actually yelled at me, claiming it was too undercooked, too tough, and what is wrong w/ me that I would serve this to her. The manager came over, did the sucking up thing, gave her desert, offered to pay for it. She agreed, while bitching about how she would have to cook it herself, blah blah. 2 weeks later, working the same shift, lo and behold, same lady, same order, same issues, and same free 18 oz. prime rib....go figure.

I Got one.............I worked at Arbys for a short time (till my husband found a job" and this teen came from the back yelling "The Rats got in the Buns again!!!!!" so funny...............................

I worked at a Red Lobster for years. My favorite story was the indignant woman who said "I ordered the Broiled Seafood Platter and I distinctly remember it was all fried!" in a very snotty tone of voice. Luckily for me her husband pointed out the stupidity of her statement before I had time to respond.

How about when people come in and seat themselves at a dirty table? Then they get mad about it and for not having a menu!

THE restaurant i work at was COMPLETLY EMPTY today so I told the people hey could sit wherever they wanted so of course they chose the ONLY dirty table in the house. oh and for the record "would you like a table or a booth?" dosnt mean to seat yourself when I turn around to grab the menus

I worked at Tim Horton's and I got a request from a customer to make a FIVE SUGAR FIVE CREAM Green Tea! Green tea is supposed to be just bitter!

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