Maybe That’s On The Secret Menu?
I’m a server in a small restaurant. I’m also queer, and I usually wear a rainbow bracelet as a signal to other queer folk that they can be themselves around me. A couple comes in and gets seated, and I go to pour water for them and bring them menus.
Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]! Can I get you anything while you look at the menu?”
The man in the couple sees my bracelet and puts the menu down like he’s afraid he’ll catch something from it.
Customer: “Yes, we’re going to need a different server.”
Me: “It’s still early, and I’m the only server available right now. I’m afraid it’s me or nothing.”
Customer: “Get me your manager!”
That’s not going to end well for him, but okay. I go get my manager, who is also the owner of the restaurant. She’s a no-nonsense middle-aged woman who will stand up for her employees no matter what.
Customer: “We want a different server! You shouldn’t let someone like him work here!”
Manager: “Has [My Name] done anything wrong?”
Customer: “He’s wearing jewelry! He’s clearly one of those homosexuals! I don’t want to look at that while I’m eating!”
Manager: “Were you planning to f*** them?”
The customer turns a very interesting shade of red.
Customer: “EXCUSE ME?!”
Manager: “Their sexual orientation has no impact whatsoever on their ability to take your order and bring you your food. The only situation I can imagine where it would matter is if you were planning to f*** them, and that’s not a service we offer here.”
Thankfully for the customer, that was when his lady friend decided it would be a good idea for them to leave the restaurant. I love my manager.