“I used to work at a fish and chips restaurant that had an all-you-can-eat option, as well as all the other typical options. I wasn’t in school at the time, so I worked a lot of day shifts. Maybe once every two weeks, we had this family come in of – I fool you not – 15-20 people, depending on who shows up that week, and they would constantly try to get the all-you-can-eat meal to share. They would order a children’s all-you-can-eat option for all the kids to share, and then they would order the adult one. It wasn’t as if they weren’t familiar with the system, seeing as they came in so regularly, and we would literally have to bring out the manager or owner every time they came in and would argue for much too long until they finally agreed to order properly.
Then there was always the group of people who ordered one drink with a ridiculous amount of side cups. Of course, they were expecting that they could share one ‘bottomless’ cup with the whole table. No, sorry, it doesn’t work that way.
My personal favorite was again at the fish and chips restaurant. it was a super relaxed job and none of us really cared, seeing as our boss was such a prick, we didn’t really care about people cheating too much. One Friday night, my coworkers and I were sitting at the staff table after finishing work, and this restaurant only had 22 tables, so we had a pretty good view of the rest of the tables. There was a group of guys sitting at one of the tables, eating their all-you-can-eat meal. They were bigger guys, which accounted for the massive amounts of food they are ordering, but they had been there for a while and we were just waiting for them to head out so we could close up the restaurant.
One of my coworkers nudged me and I looked over to see one of these guys putting the fish and chips into his shirt. Sure enough, that’s what they had been doing with the majority of their food. We were laughing at them (they hadn’t realized they’d been caught at that time) and were trying to figure out where all that fish was going. Eventually, they left and we looked outside to see these guys, just ecstatic with their feat, stripping off their outer layers and displaying disgusting, grease-soaked, fish and chips-filled t-shirts tucked into their pants.
That last one would usually bother me but it was quite frankly pretty funny to watch. I’m not sure how appetizing that food would be after having to ‘fish’ it out of your shirt. I wonder if they ended up eating it.”