I just finished reading Waiter Rant, by Steve Dublanica, and really enjoyed it. It’s basically the book I’ve wanted to write about all my hotel front desk stories, but from a waiter’s point of view. He blogs as well. I always hate when someone does what I wanted to do, and does it better. Very depressing. I’m still going to try my front desk book, however. If nothing else, I figure it will give me some writing practice while simultaneously amusing me. That’s got to be worth something.
But back to the book, I couldn’t believe how many times people were just plain old dillholes. There was one story where a woman patron suffered a stroke mid-meal. As paramedics are working on her in the back of the restaurant, waiting customers are complaining and demanding tables in the back. They could care less that a woman may be dying, they had reservations for 7:30, damn it! Seriously, what is wrong with people? What happened to compassion for our fellow man?
“Dillhole” is one of those words that I use from time to time without really thinking about it. I Googled it to make sure it wasn’t anything too horrible (it is). Turns out, it isn’t a real word. It was created by Beavis and Butthead writers because “dickhole” couldn’t be said over television. Huh. You learn something new everyday. Or at least I do. Perhaps you already knew about that.