Snoozeday Tuezday

So, I opted out of picking up a shift today--and from what I hear, it's a good thing I did. I typically have off Tuesdays (part of a new schedule), and because I was sick, I thought I'd pick up. There weren't any house shifts and no one was really searching...
So I slept. And, really, I hate when I sleep all day--it's really a horrible habit. And now, with the time change, sleeping late really means that you get so much less sunlight. I spent the few hours I had outside, so that makes me happy.

So, since I bailed on working, I'll give you a "Blast from the Past"--out of my trunk from serving for a chain years ago...

At the time this story takes place, I had been with the company for about three years. Friday and Saturday nights I would close the restaurant. I was in a four table section, but always picked up extras for those lazy servers...you know who you are...
So, this particular Friday night I had six tables, but they were sat sporadically, so I wasn't really busy...it was nice. I don't remember all the tables but one was a four-top (three black guys and a girl). They were not very polite, but I remember my other tables being relatively low-maintenance, so I wasn't letting the one table bother me too much. They always needed something. New silverware, more napkins, tons of lemons, more napkins, extra plates, split checks, yadda, yadda, yadda...
At one point, I walked into my section with the intent of visiting each table, and while I was checking on one table, my back was turned to the infamous four, I suddenly felt a tapping a little below my shoulder. I'm sure my eyes were widened with anger, but I politely excused myself for interrupting and turned to the impatient patron sitting behind me. "You, sir, have just lost your turn."

At that, I reached in my apron, pulled out their four separate checks and placed them on the table, turned and resumed taking my polite table's order.
They left promptly, paying the bill, but leaving no tip. (In fact, I was shocked they paid the entire bill, given the pennies strewn across the table.)
I wasn't even upset about no tip. They were annoying--and one of them poked me! Fuck that! True story.