A restaurant table set for two holds so much promise. It could be a first date, a heartfelt reunion, or a special celebration. But servers are the silent witnesses to the moments when that promise evaporates. An online community posed a poignant question to waiters: What's the saddest "I'm waiting for someone" story you've ever experienced?
The responses are a collection of quiet, heartbreaking tragedies that unfold in public view. They capture the slow, painful transition from hopeful anticipation to the sad acceptance of being stood up. We've gathered the most gut-wrenching stories below. Prepare for a dose of secondhand heartbreak.
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#1
I used to work birthdays at a science museum.
So, one weekend, the birthday family arrives, I escort them back to their room as usual and start talking with the mom about how she wants things to go, setting up the room, etc. She mentions that they just moved here and her son doesn't have many friends yet. So they invited one cousin about their son's age, and then just invited the kid's entire (2nd grade maybe? ) class to the party.
An hour goes by and the little cousin has shown up, but nobody else. The little dude invited every kid in his class and not one of them showed up.
Now to be honest, the birthday boy himself didn't seem that concerned. He and his cousin were happily playing with each other the whole time. I just don't think he was really that warmed up to the kids in his class to begin with.
But the mom was *heart broken*. She had set this party up for her son, had bought a birthday package that included a private room, general admission for all guests, and me taking a dewar of liquid nitrogen to the room and making ice cream for the party, she had high hopes for this. And nobody showed. And she was in tears.
And she asked me to go out the museum and just invite random kids in to her son's birthday party. Just so that there would be at least some other kids for him to play with.
And this is the part that I'll never forget.
We found a half dozen kids who were interested in coming to the party. And the mom was very grateful to them.
But word also got out to the staff. And the staff absolutely *rallied* around this kid.
Other employees showed up to sing him happy birthday. Some staffers went to the gift shop to buy him gifts. One of my managers got the family vouchers for future admission. We have a mascot, a "robot", who will walk around and play with guests, and he showed up to the party with some gifts from our gift shop. I brought down the materials for making a couple of different types of home-made slime, and made slime with the kids. One of my coworkers, one of the smartest and kindest people I've ever met, spoke with the mom about the son's interests, and discovers the birthday boy is a fan of the Avengers. So he goes back to where we have a laser-etcher on display, and comes back with a wood-burning that is a picture of the Avengers wishing the son "Happy Birthday".
By the end of the party, the mom was in tears again, but for a very different reason. A few days later she she sent us the sweetest letter about how much it all meant to her.
I worked 3 to 5 birthdays a weekend, every weekend, for about 5 years, and they were always fun. But that was the absolute BEST day at work I've ever had.
So, one weekend, the birthday family arrives, I escort them back to their room as usual and start talking with the mom about how she wants things to go, setting up the room, etc. She mentions that they just moved here and her son doesn't have many friends yet. So they invited one cousin about their son's age, and then just invited the kid's entire (2nd grade maybe? ) class to the party.
An hour goes by and the little cousin has shown up, but nobody else. The little dude invited every kid in his class and not one of them showed up.
Now to be honest, the birthday boy himself didn't seem that concerned. He and his cousin were happily playing with each other the whole time. I just don't think he was really that warmed up to the kids in his class to begin with.
But the mom was *heart broken*. She had set this party up for her son, had bought a birthday package that included a private room, general admission for all guests, and me taking a dewar of liquid nitrogen to the room and making ice cream for the party, she had high hopes for this. And nobody showed. And she was in tears.
And she asked me to go out the museum and just invite random kids in to her son's birthday party. Just so that there would be at least some other kids for him to play with.
And this is the part that I'll never forget.
We found a half dozen kids who were interested in coming to the party. And the mom was very grateful to them.
But word also got out to the staff. And the staff absolutely *rallied* around this kid.
Other employees showed up to sing him happy birthday. Some staffers went to the gift shop to buy him gifts. One of my managers got the family vouchers for future admission. We have a mascot, a "robot", who will walk around and play with guests, and he showed up to the party with some gifts from our gift shop. I brought down the materials for making a couple of different types of home-made slime, and made slime with the kids. One of my coworkers, one of the smartest and kindest people I've ever met, spoke with the mom about the son's interests, and discovers the birthday boy is a fan of the Avengers. So he goes back to where we have a laser-etcher on display, and comes back with a wood-burning that is a picture of the Avengers wishing the son "Happy Birthday".
By the end of the party, the mom was in tears again, but for a very different reason. A few days later she she sent us the sweetest letter about how much it all meant to her.
I worked 3 to 5 birthdays a weekend, every weekend, for about 5 years, and they were always fun. But that was the absolute BEST day at work I've ever had.
102points
#2
Okay, this story did not happen to me, but to my friend.
My friend was a manager (still is)at a pretty fancy restaurant. She was working during valentine's day.
A guy walk in, pretty nicely dressed, but not too nicely, kind of nervous.
He's walked to a table for two, since it was valentine, the restaurant did it's best to give off a romantic atmosphere, Rose's on the table, love themed dessert, etc.
The guy order a water, and start to wait. When the waiter tries to take his order he tells he is waiting for someone. He waits for an hours, the two, and then three. Each time sending checking his phone, trying to call someone.
After a while, my friend goes to talk to him. This guy had lost his girlfriend of 6 years (he was 24 at the time) 2 years ago and it was his first date ever since.
After that, she talked to him a bit more, about him, how life is etc etc.
Turns out they had quite a bit in common, so they exchanged contact.
A lot happened afterward, but they've been happily married for 2 years now (he is now 30, she is 28).
My friend was a manager (still is)at a pretty fancy restaurant. She was working during valentine's day.
A guy walk in, pretty nicely dressed, but not too nicely, kind of nervous.
He's walked to a table for two, since it was valentine, the restaurant did it's best to give off a romantic atmosphere, Rose's on the table, love themed dessert, etc.
The guy order a water, and start to wait. When the waiter tries to take his order he tells he is waiting for someone. He waits for an hours, the two, and then three. Each time sending checking his phone, trying to call someone.
After a while, my friend goes to talk to him. This guy had lost his girlfriend of 6 years (he was 24 at the time) 2 years ago and it was his first date ever since.
After that, she talked to him a bit more, about him, how life is etc etc.
Turns out they had quite a bit in common, so they exchanged contact.
A lot happened afterward, but they've been happily married for 2 years now (he is now 30, she is 28).
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#3
A six-year-old boy came every day with his older brother at lunchtime and for almost a month they ordered three plates of food and always left one. When I attended to them, the boy told his older brother to ask his mother for lunch because she was already arriving, but their mother never came. The boy's older brother asked me to give the food to someone who needed it when they left and he told me that his mother had died and that he did not know how to explain to his little brother that his mother was not coming back, but that this cafeteria It was the last place where she had taken her little brother to eat and that is why the boy believed that she would return for the dinner.
64points
Many of the stories shared by servers are a direct, real-world consequence of "ghosting," the modern phenomenon of simply vanishing from someone's life without a word. If that sudden disappearance seems cruel, the data suggests it's the new normal. A Forbes survey found that a staggering 84% of Gen Z and Millennial daters have been ghosted, and 65% admit to ghosting someone else.
These servers' stories show the analog collateral damage of that digital act. While the person doing the ghosting can just turn off their phone and move on, the person being stood up is left in a painfully public setting. The waiters become the unwilling audience to the slow, quiet heartbreak of someone staring at the door, checking their phone, and gradually realizing that the digital silence is now an empty chair.
#4
I was actually a hostess at the time and I was asked to take the table for a server. An old man came in asking for a table of 6 and he asked for 6 waters. I set up his table and I put his order in. He said it was his birthday. He was there for about an hour or 2 and nobody showed up. It was really sad. He ended up tipping me like $30 and he said "Sorry for the trouble." I still think about that guy. I hope he's doing okay :(.
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#5
Once at my shift I saw a really shy guy, you could see that he is on a budget, but omg, he was so trying so hard and looked so exited about upcoming date! He brought one rose, and asked what he can purchase on 10 euros to make this evening beautiful. My heart melted so much that I offered him for free two glasses of wine and a dessert (I was a manager). We put on a table some candles, and so he was sitting there and with the big smile waiting for his date to come. But she never came. He waited like 2 hours, nervously checking on his phone. When he left, he gave this rose to me and thanked for kindness towards him. He was so broke. So was my heart about this situation:(.
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#6
Ahhh, I haven’t bartended in a million years, but the saddest one was a guy in his 30s. He had a 2 top, asked for a bottle of top shelf champagne, candles lit, all that. Told me they were celebrating. No one showed. Guy looked morose, but had an appetizer, poured a glass of champagne for the person who wasn’t there, then asked for the bill. I felt bad he obviously got stood up, so I brought him a desert in the house. He smiled, and told me it was his anniversary. My face must’ve showed my sadness for him, so he clarified- his wife died of cancer a few month ago. It may have been the saddest thing I’ve seen.
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However, one of the most powerful themes to emerge from these threads is that not every solo diner at a table for two has been stood up. Some of the most touching stories involve people who are actually grieving.
As grief counselor Dr. Bill Webster advises, it's important for people to observe holidays and special occasions in ways that feel comfortable for them after a loss, and for many, that means continuing a tradition. There is no right or wrong way to handle these moments.
This is the story behind some of the most gut-wrenching accounts from waiters: a person comes in on an anniversary or birthday, orders two meals, and spends the evening talking to the empty chair across from them. In these moments, the other person isn't late; they're gone.
#7
Years ago when I was bartending a man showed up in the early afternoon and told me that he was waiting on someone, and when I asked he told me that it was his ex-wife and that they were celebrating that day. Now that was something that I wasn’t about to dig into so I just went on with my work but once she arrived they seemed remarkably friendly with each other and started ordering the works. Steaks, expensive drinks, appetizers they only took a bite or two of, and multiple desserts. Towards the end of the meal while chatting with the two of them I made the mistake of asking what they were celebrating. They told me that it was the birthday of their son who passed away, and every year they get together despite their divorce to celebrate him, order all his favorite food, and drink all his favorite drinks. They got a bit misty eyed but this seemed like a therapeutic experience for them. I on the other hand had to take 5 in the walk in freezer to have a little cry afterwards.
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#8
Ugh this one was tough;
I worked at a pretty fancy steakhouse in town, and we had a private dining room that could set up to 32 at a single, long table. To book the room we charged a $1500 deposit, which we then used to cover part of the bill (it was a deposit, not a room charge).
Anyways, this girl books it for 26 people, puts the deposit on her card. She shows up with her sister, and then after about 20 minutes, 2 of their ‘friends’ show up and sit at the opposite end of this giant table from the birthday girl and her sister.
Nobody else came. They waited an hour, the birthday girl was sobbing, the other two just awkwardly left. It was awful.
I’m grateful to my manager, who in a moment of compassion refunded the whole deposit back onto the poor girls card. I felt terrible for her.
I worked at a pretty fancy steakhouse in town, and we had a private dining room that could set up to 32 at a single, long table. To book the room we charged a $1500 deposit, which we then used to cover part of the bill (it was a deposit, not a room charge).
Anyways, this girl books it for 26 people, puts the deposit on her card. She shows up with her sister, and then after about 20 minutes, 2 of their ‘friends’ show up and sit at the opposite end of this giant table from the birthday girl and her sister.
Nobody else came. They waited an hour, the birthday girl was sobbing, the other two just awkwardly left. It was awful.
I’m grateful to my manager, who in a moment of compassion refunded the whole deposit back onto the poor girls card. I felt terrible for her.
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#9
I was a server for 5 years and the most heartbreaking experience I had was an older woman, probably in her 60's was waiting for her grandson to come meet her for lunch. When I greeted her at the table she was very excited as i assumed she didn't see him much. As time went by no one showed up so she decided to order. Towards the end of her meal no had shown up so it being a slow shift, me and my gf (we worked together at the same resteratunt which is where we met), decided to just talk with her for a little bit and give her some company. We both felt so sad for this sweet old lady but we could tell that simple act of kindness made her day. shame on that grandson.
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While a romantic no-show is painful, many waiters pointed out that the saddest cases are when someone is waiting for friends who never arrive. As an article in Essence magazine explores, the letdown from a friend can often cut deeper than one from a potential partner.
A bad date is a failed interview with a near-stranger; being stood up by your friends feels like a fundamental betrayal of trust and loyalty from the people who are supposed to be your support system.
The servers who witness these moments describe a different kind of sadness. It’s not the sharp sting of romantic rejection, but the hollow, vulnerable look of someone realizing their chosen family has forgotten them. It's the person who excitedly decorated a table for their own birthday party, only to sit there for hours as their calls go to voicemail, a truly soul-crushing scene to witness.
#10
I had a regular who would always come in with his wife. One day he sat in my section and I noticed his wife wasn’t with him. I asked “where’s your wife today” he replied “she’s in heaven waiting for me”. Immediately I died inside 😭😭😭😭🥺.
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#11
I was the sad shmuck on December 23rd, 2019.
I had set up a date with an amazing girl from Tinder, we had a lot in common, VERY attractive, and she lived close by. We agreed over Snapchat to meet at a Red Robins in the area for our first date even though she would be a little late.
I got to the restaurant on time, because I had no idea what a little late meant, and got a table with a view of the door and started waiting.
The first 15 minutes passed with me excitedly telling the waitress I was expecting someone and wouldn't be ordering yet.
The next 15 minutes passed with me openly staring at the door, sitting up whenever someone would walk in.
After 45 minutes, the waitress asked if I wanted anything, and I told her I was still waiting while I watched the door anxiously.
At one hour I was planning on leaving soon and swinging by Target on my way home. I realized I hadn't given this girl my number, and I didn't have data, so we had no way of communicating.
15 minutes later I was about to muster up the courage to leave when two waitresses that had stopped by previously came to tell me they felt so sad and wanted to buy me a milkshake. I thanked them, but told them I had lost my appetite and half-heartedly joked that this wouldn't even be the worst thing that happened to me today. My childhood dog had been put down earlier that morning and I had spent the hours before the date DIGGING HER GRAVE. I told one of the waitresses - Jacy, who's kindness I will always remember - that I had no way of communicating with my date without WiFi, to which she responded by giving me her hotspot password.
I connected as fast as I could and opened Snapchat to find dozens of messages from my date, explaining how her only good pants were locked in the dryer and if I minded that she showed up in sweats. I sent her my number and told her I would be glad if she showed up at all. A few minutes later, she walked in, and explained that she had been in the parking lot for the past 15 minutes, not getting a response from me, thinking that I had stood her up, and was about to leave when she got my text.
We're still grateful to the waitress, Jacy for helping us get together.
I had set up a date with an amazing girl from Tinder, we had a lot in common, VERY attractive, and she lived close by. We agreed over Snapchat to meet at a Red Robins in the area for our first date even though she would be a little late.
I got to the restaurant on time, because I had no idea what a little late meant, and got a table with a view of the door and started waiting.
The first 15 minutes passed with me excitedly telling the waitress I was expecting someone and wouldn't be ordering yet.
The next 15 minutes passed with me openly staring at the door, sitting up whenever someone would walk in.
After 45 minutes, the waitress asked if I wanted anything, and I told her I was still waiting while I watched the door anxiously.
At one hour I was planning on leaving soon and swinging by Target on my way home. I realized I hadn't given this girl my number, and I didn't have data, so we had no way of communicating.
15 minutes later I was about to muster up the courage to leave when two waitresses that had stopped by previously came to tell me they felt so sad and wanted to buy me a milkshake. I thanked them, but told them I had lost my appetite and half-heartedly joked that this wouldn't even be the worst thing that happened to me today. My childhood dog had been put down earlier that morning and I had spent the hours before the date DIGGING HER GRAVE. I told one of the waitresses - Jacy, who's kindness I will always remember - that I had no way of communicating with my date without WiFi, to which she responded by giving me her hotspot password.
I connected as fast as I could and opened Snapchat to find dozens of messages from my date, explaining how her only good pants were locked in the dryer and if I minded that she showed up in sweats. I sent her my number and told her I would be glad if she showed up at all. A few minutes later, she walked in, and explained that she had been in the parking lot for the past 15 minutes, not getting a response from me, thinking that I had stood her up, and was about to leave when she got my text.
We're still grateful to the waitress, Jacy for helping us get together.
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#12
Back in college, I always picked up the Christmas buffet shift (which is really awesome shift since we had banquet hall so OT with holiday pay and tips \) there was this old woman who's would show up every year and always had table for 2. It was such regular thing that owner would reserve the table for her and even arrange for where her table was (near his family table so she would get the best service).
She would always arrive alone, before the dinner rush, never order any drinks just calmly get her meal and eat. She always left a big tip ($50 in a christmas card). After she was done she would ask for taxi to be called and thank the staff.
Turns out her husband died few years before I started there, and that was what they always did for Christmas. Reason she was ate lone after her death? Her kids forgot about her and just leave her in the retirement home.
Happy part of the story, the owner paid for her meal, cab, reservation, literally everything came out of his pocket. Even the tip started to come out of his pocket, well he kept the letter in his office. Why? Cause he was that pissed off about kids abandoning their parent on Christmas. 100k corp event? Not a single instruction from him. One old lady alone on Christmas? He would handpick the staff that served her, didn't care how that affected everyone else's Christmas meal.
She would always arrive alone, before the dinner rush, never order any drinks just calmly get her meal and eat. She always left a big tip ($50 in a christmas card). After she was done she would ask for taxi to be called and thank the staff.
Turns out her husband died few years before I started there, and that was what they always did for Christmas. Reason she was ate lone after her death? Her kids forgot about her and just leave her in the retirement home.
Happy part of the story, the owner paid for her meal, cab, reservation, literally everything came out of his pocket. Even the tip started to come out of his pocket, well he kept the letter in his office. Why? Cause he was that pissed off about kids abandoning their parent on Christmas. 100k corp event? Not a single instruction from him. One old lady alone on Christmas? He would handpick the staff that served her, didn't care how that affected everyone else's Christmas meal.
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If you're going to get stood up, you might as well do it in an ideal location. The hosts of the Fluently Forward podcast humorously broke down the "best date spots to be stood up in," and their logic is surprisingly sound. They argue that the best places are those that offer plenty of distractions and an easy exit strategy, so you're not left feeling trapped in the spotlight of your own rejection.
Their top picks include places like a busy bar with TVs, where you can easily shift your focus to a game, or a coffee shop with great people-watching. A museum or a bookstore also ranks high because you can simply continue the activity on your own without feeling out of place. It’s a modern, strategic approach to dating that acknowledges getting stood up is a real possibility, and needs a backup plan.
#13
Not my story but my sister. There was a boy in my niece's class. Think 3rd-4th grade? Kinda chubby, quiet kid. He invited people to his birthday party. My sister made my niece go to be polite. Luckily she did cause only my niece went from the classroom. His mother was so happy she went. My sister felt so bad for him. But I think he was just happy ONE person came to his party. So when my neice had her birthday party at a skating rink, she invited him too. He was ecstatic! I met the boy. Very good kid and he had a blast at her party.
I think some of the kids wanted to go to his party but the parents were just too lazy. Seriously parents, imagine if that was your kid's party. I make my son go to EVERY birthday party. And all the kids, including my son, love it.
I think some of the kids wanted to go to his party but the parents were just too lazy. Seriously parents, imagine if that was your kid's party. I make my son go to EVERY birthday party. And all the kids, including my son, love it.
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#14
Place I used to work at had a man come in every night for a week, wait for a few hours, order food and drinks, then leave with no one showing up.
Later learned he was just trying to cope with his wife's death, believing that she'd arrive to greet him at the restaurant were they had their first date.
Later learned he was just trying to cope with his wife's death, believing that she'd arrive to greet him at the restaurant were they had their first date.
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#15
Got sat a “party of 15 to 20” for a woman’s bridal shower. Her mom decorated the table and chairs and the whole corner for the party, everyone in the restaurant could see there was going to be a party there on a busy Friday night. 4 people showed of the possible 20, that includes the future bride and mom. I didn’t even care about the money I was missing out on (four tables of my section gone on a busy weekend shift) I just felt so bad for her.
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For those who are genuinely being stood up, the immediate aftermath is a cocktail of humiliation and disappointment. The dating app Bumble emphasizes the importance of reclaiming the moment. Instead of slinking out the door, they suggest taking control of the narrative. The first step is acknowledging the situation and then deciding how you want to handle it on your own terms.
Their advice is to turn the painful experience into an act of self-care. Go ahead and order that expensive appetizer you were going to share, get a fancy cocktail, or just enjoy a meal in peace. Another great tip is to call a friend and turn the night into a spontaneous catch-up. It’s about refusing to let someone else’s rudeness ruin your evening and, instead, choosing to treat yourself with the kindness you were denied.
Have you ever had to bear witness to this heartbreaking solo performance, or perhaps you have been a one-man band at the losing end of the equation? Tell us your troublesome tale below!
#16
This is similar:
A man in his 80s used to come in on his own every night, without fail. Always ordered the same thing, was genuinely lovely to the staff. It turned out his wife had died a few years previously and coming to the restaurant and talking to waiters was the only social interaction he had all day.
We ended up giving him free meals everyday just so he could keep coming.
A man in his 80s used to come in on his own every night, without fail. Always ordered the same thing, was genuinely lovely to the staff. It turned out his wife had died a few years previously and coming to the restaurant and talking to waiters was the only social interaction he had all day.
We ended up giving him free meals everyday just so he could keep coming.
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#17
Not the waitstaff, but the “Wait-er.”
I had set an OKCupid date at this nice coffee shop in Brooklyn. I get there, *and I know the barista from college.* I’m the only person in the shop at the time, so we talk a little, awkwardly. Gradually other customers arrive, so she attends to them and I attend to my phone.
It gets to the point where my date is 20 minutes late and hasn’t been responding to my messages asking about an ETA. I’m sweating. Profusely. I’m so embarrassed that I’m probably being stood up in front of someone who I had several classes with years prior and knows most of my friends. I feel so humiliated.
Then my date walks in.
Stands there for a moment.
AND WALKS RIGHT BACK OUT THE DOOR
Barista: “Was that her?”
Me: “Yup.”
Barista: “What an a*****e.”
That comment made things slightly better.
I had set an OKCupid date at this nice coffee shop in Brooklyn. I get there, *and I know the barista from college.* I’m the only person in the shop at the time, so we talk a little, awkwardly. Gradually other customers arrive, so she attends to them and I attend to my phone.
It gets to the point where my date is 20 minutes late and hasn’t been responding to my messages asking about an ETA. I’m sweating. Profusely. I’m so embarrassed that I’m probably being stood up in front of someone who I had several classes with years prior and knows most of my friends. I feel so humiliated.
Then my date walks in.
Stands there for a moment.
AND WALKS RIGHT BACK OUT THE DOOR
Barista: “Was that her?”
Me: “Yup.”
Barista: “What an a*****e.”
That comment made things slightly better.
27points
#18
Im not a waiter but i got one hell of a story.
I was going for a friends party at a restaurant and when i got there there was a kid sitting by the door. He was also comming to the party. When i told the waiters i was there for the party as well they called my friend and he identified me immediately but had never seen the kid before. As it turned out his friend who invited him to the party had the party days before and gave him the wrong date. We felt bad for the kid so we let him join our party.
That day i made a new friend.
I was going for a friends party at a restaurant and when i got there there was a kid sitting by the door. He was also comming to the party. When i told the waiters i was there for the party as well they called my friend and he identified me immediately but had never seen the kid before. As it turned out his friend who invited him to the party had the party days before and gave him the wrong date. We felt bad for the kid so we let him join our party.
That day i made a new friend.
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#19
Not exactly a waiter, but I was working at a bar a few years back and there often was this girl (in her early twenties maybe) who sometimes used to meet her mother at the bar (maybe about every 2 or 3 months).
The thing is, more often than not the mother either came extremely late (1 or 2 hours at least) ot didn't came at all. When she came, there often was a huge tension between the two. It was obvious that they had some unresolved issues.
Watching the girl wait for hours even if it was clear that the mother wouldn't come on that day always broke my heart. As a barkeeper and since she was a regular, I tried my best to engage a conversation with her to distract her a little, but there's only so much you can do.
Fun fact: Years after I stopped working at that bar, I met her at a random party and we had a great evening / night together. She told me that she 'broke up' with her mother tho.
The thing is, more often than not the mother either came extremely late (1 or 2 hours at least) ot didn't came at all. When she came, there often was a huge tension between the two. It was obvious that they had some unresolved issues.
Watching the girl wait for hours even if it was clear that the mother wouldn't come on that day always broke my heart. As a barkeeper and since she was a regular, I tried my best to engage a conversation with her to distract her a little, but there's only so much you can do.
Fun fact: Years after I stopped working at that bar, I met her at a random party and we had a great evening / night together. She told me that she 'broke up' with her mother tho.
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#20
Not my story, happened to my roommate. He worked at an old diner that had a fair amount of veterans as regulars. There was one group that came in and shared a meal every 3 months and caught up with each other’s lives, been doing it since they got back from serving together in the Korean War. Over the years the group had gotten smaller as some passed on. By the time my roommate started working there the group was down to 3, then down to 2 by the end of that year. The last two kept coming back for over a year until one day the last guy came in and after a few cups of coffee said “I guess I’m all that’s left.” He never did come back as far as my roommate remembers.
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