I had a second job for a while doing catering at wedding receptions. Nothing special, just passing out hor' dourves, bringing out the food, and clearing tables. While being tempted by open bars and cake I've seen plenty of 'fuck you' tables. They're a motley crew of the obnoxious, annoying, and demanding. They get on you from the beginning with questions they really don't need to ask and I don't need to answer. "Is this your full time job?", "Do you think they'll last?", "Can't you leave that flask (of wine)?". By mid-evening I dread going by 'that' table. Why couldn't I have the section with all the hot chicks? Then the celebrating ends, the tables are cleared, and it gets close to quitting time. After one last visit to the table that gave me so much grief, one of the couples looks at each other and points to me. "Thanks for putting up with us tonight, we gave you a pretty hard time. Here."
The 'fuck you' tables tip!
Unless they're miserable, old, and stuck up, I ain't complainin'.
