Seeing bad people get dunked on always feels nice, and sometimes the kids are not alright. These stories are about terrible children absolutely getting what they deserve after pushing restaurant workers too far. Content has been edited for clarity.
"Back when I was a waitress, I worked at this BBQ joint that had really narrow, awkwardly arranged tables so I always had to lean a bit over to serve the food. There was this table with a really obnoxious 4 year old that kept grabbing at everything– my hands, my clothes, the tray I was serving from, etc. He untied my apron and my pens and cash flew everywhere...this went all the whole meal and the parents didn't do a thing about it. The dad said it served me right for taking a job in food service. Total boors, and I knew I wasn't getting a decent tip out of them.
Toward the end of their meal they order dessert, peanut butter silk pie (yes, it is as delicious as it sounds), which is ooey-gooey, sticky pie heaven. I make sure to cover it in an extra mound of whipped cream and balance it precariously on the side of my tray, counter-balanced with a couple of soda refills for the parents (HUGE plastic glasses). Sure enough, when I got to the table the little monster made a grab for the tray and everything conveniently capsized all over him and his parents. They were covered in diet coke, whipped cream, and the stickiest peanut putter pie you can imagine!
I looked appropriately chagrined and said 'I am SO sorry. I guess that's what happens when you have kids.'
I even managed to make it back to the kitchen before I cracked up along with most of the front-of-house staff."
"While working at a Subway one night this kid comes in and orders a foot long. The entire time I'm trying to take his order he mumbles, sighs, looks/walks away, keeps saying 'I dunno' and is just being a brat.
When it comes time to pay he smiles at me with this little twerpy grin and says he doesn't have enough. He's close, but off by about 40 cents.
I said, 'No problem, little buddy. Let me just ring that in as a six inch.'
He beams triumphantly that his short change plot worked! But alas, I snatch the sandwich back, split it in two, hand him half the sub with his change and toss the other half in the trash. It felt very satisfying."
"There was a kid on the train going from North to South Greece who was being ridiculously annoying– screaming, throwing stuff, and generally being a brat. His mother was asleep and obviously didn't care.
At one of the stops, vendors were on the platform selling a classic snack, souvlaki sticks (grilled cubes of meat on a stick) and I buy two. As I am eating the kid is running up and down the track, I call him over and I tell him 'You know what this meat is from?' He looks at me and I answer, 'the last little girl who was being noisy' and took a barbaric bite from my souvlaki.
The kid ran to his mom and hid behind her the rest of the ride. The other passengers who were on the train, must have overheard, because all I got was smiles of approval."
"I was serving at a restaurant in a resort. This family of four, who we'll call The Millers, comes in saying they had an awful drive, check in and will give me a hard time and take out their frustration on me. I didn't even get to introduce my name yet! The parents ask me to read them the menu...the whole menu. The kids have laser pointers trying to blind me and interrupting me while I speak. The parents don't even try stopping them.
I take their order and bring their drinks and apps. The mother says 'How come that table got their food first?'
I reply as nicely as possible, 'Oh they arrived before you and their order went in before yours. Don't worry, I'll put a rush on your mains.'
She gives me that look like Lori from Walking Dead and says, 'You know we're not happy and they still got their food before us. That's going to cost you. Also, this Pinot Gris is awful. I want a different one. Don't you dare charge me for drinking it.'
She drank the whole glass and got away with the expensive kind!
I bring the main courses. The kids throw ice at me and it gets into the main dishes, where the parents won't eat it and want a fresh dish with no ice. Come on! I think you get what kind of people they were. They even demanded a free meal. My tip? Negative five dollars. They wanted me to pay them money for my services! They make a scene in the restaurant and storm out. They take their bill and walk out to the front desk of the resort, demanding to talk to the general manager for a free stay!
My friend at the front desk got their room number and saw their schedule for the weekend. A group of employees after work asked me if I wanted to ruin their weekend. Yes, yes I did.
My friend at the front desk assigned a bachelor party group to surround their room. Oh, did they complain about that! We set up wake up calls at 6:00 am and told them the pool and Jacuzzi area would have extended hours just for them. The pool was 'shocked' with chemicals (half amount) after the doors close. They get in and 30min later they come running out with irritated skin and tried to blame the resort, but the front desk said they should have used the showers to rinse off sun screen/tanning oils before getting into the pools. The lights were turned off on that side, so it was hard to see them. Looking dumbfounded, they tried to blame the resort for assuming they were supposed to know to rinse off at a public pool.
My friend at the golf course booked them in between two beginner groups of foursomes who had no golf etiquette. The parents were furious at the end of their round and weren't allowed to play through because of a 'busy day.' They complained to the golf staff, especially the marshals. Meanwhile, the kids were at a day camp and my other friend there switched their bottles of sunscreen and gave them just regular lotion. They burned in the sun pretty good, I saw them afterwards. The kids were so annoying. Before they met with their parents, my friend gave them two cans of Red Bull each to really energize them after their parent's long day of slow golf. The kids ended up puking.
On their one-hour fishing trip, the front desk told them that the weather will be hot and shouldn't bring extra clothes when in fact it was cloudy and cold. The van left them in this secluded dead spot for fish for four hours in the windy cold. They didn't catch anything, so the driver offered them one of his fish he caught (it was rotting, but wrapped in plastic so couldn't smell it). The driver offered to put it in an ice box in their car for them, so he cut a hole in the bottom of the box and left it in there for the night with the windows up. He also poured sand and sugar in the gas tank because they were such awful people to him.
The day of check out they complained about their whole weekend and demanded a free stay with everything they did as well. They threatened to take things 'to the next level' if we charged their credit card. They left without paying, but we charged them with everything. On top of that, housekeeping met them during their stay, hated them so much that while they were cleaning their rooms after check out, lit up Marlboros in their room. The told the front desk and general manager that someone was smoking in the room, so they were fined $500 extra on their credit card. A lot of the bad things that happened to them weren't from me, but it was my decision for the team to ruin their weekend and I don't feel bad about it one bit. The chef won't even tell me what he did to their food, he said 'they were taken care of .'
They tried to argue with their credit card company, but the resort still took all their money. Now, whenever there is a horrible family the staff will refer it to as 'we have a Miller situation.'"
"This wasn't a kid but a spoiled kid attitude. Last year I was working in a pizza restaurant in Tenerife. We didn't technically have a manager and I was filling in. We are quite a busy food joint; we deliver a large amount and have around 10 cars.
Anyway, a young girl in her early twenties wanted to make a bulk order and sell them at an event, so we go back and forth negotiating and come to an agreement. Since she was unsure how many would sell, we agreed we would send a couple large pizzas at a time and she would pay on delivery.
I'm working in the restaurant early in the day and I set up the address into her phone on our system and we send two bulk orders and everything is all good.
I leave to go home as it's my break time. I work 60 hours a week roughly during this time, so it's my quiet time to kick back and relax before returning to my shift. She calls up asking for the next bulk order; I tell her to call up the restaurant and order. In an entitled attitude, she insists she is too busy to make the order. I make a call, speaking Spanish (2nd language) and I manually explain to my coworkers the details.
As I am heading back into the restaurant, she calls telling me she wants to cancel. She says it's too late and she has no customers to sell too. She tried to blame me, saying it's taking too long. She would have known the time if she called restaurant and ordered normally, also the average time is on all leaflets and internet. In the end, she refused to pay, costing us money and staff time as the driver was outside. I was furious and blacklisted her.
A couple months later, I get a phone call asking for a collection. This jeep pulls up and a young lady walks up to the counter. I got this itching feeling when I spoke to her on the phone as she mentioned something about not being able to make orders for delivery. I got my phone out and asked her if her name was the same name as that entitled hag and she said yes. I run back inside grab the pizza that's just about to go into the oven and put it to the side.
I tell her calmly she needs to pay 160+ Euros that she owes us before I take this order. She tried to debate making excuses, but I knock all her arguments out the park with basic logic. Eventually, she gets frustrated, telling me she knows the owner and tries to threaten me. I don't budge and smile. She goes back into her jeep with her mom behind the driver seat and makes a call to the owner.
Owner calls me; I explain everything. The owner also happens to be my dad. My dad gets the message pretty quick that I'm not putting up with this nonsense. A few minutes later, I see the frustrated jeep girls drive off.
Now, I blacklist all the new numbers I find associated with her and it feels so good."
"My dad told me several stories of when he worked at a country club way back when.
He was around 18 and he was a waiter and in this country club there were two types of rich people: the ones that worked hard to get there, who were kind and understood other people's struggles and the ones that were born in that lifestyle, who were bratty, spoiled, etc.
At that time, that was his only job he could afford, so he couldn't just talk back to the spoiled customers or else he'd get fired from his job.
One time, however, he decided to fight back.
There was this customer who was the son of a rich person who was friends with my dad at the time and was talking smack about him, but this time he decided to get up in his face and scream at him causing a scene. My dad decided to stay calm and relax and after the kid was done with his tantrum, he decided to order a chocolate ice cream.
When my dad came back with his order he 'accidentally' tripped and spilled ice cream all over him. He was mad, but couldn't do much since this was the first time my dad did anything like this, so his boss didn't fire him."
"A while ago, I had decided to treat myself and go to Burger King. I hadn't had the greatest of days and I had a headache coming on. It was a very long line – I was at the end of it waiting patiently when behind me comes this woman yapping on her cellphone with a little monster of a child. This kid was out of control– screaming, punching his mother, and throwing around a Game Boy whenever something didn't go right in the game. The mother didn't seem to pay any attention to him and his continued yelling of 'I want an effing PIE.'
After about 5 minutes of being in line with these people behind me, I had gone from a headache to a full on migraine, but nothing was going to stop me from getting those burgers. I calmly turn and ask her nicely if she can please calm or quiet her child down.
Immediately, she gets up in my face telling me I can't tell her nothing about raising her child and to mind my own business. I nod and turn around.
She's still yelling at the back of my head when the child cries out again how he wants a pie. The mother consoles him, calling him sweetie and ensuring they'll get pies for lunch because she loves him so much. Things immediately go back to the way they were and I wait another 5 minutes before getting to the front of the line. It turns out it was so slow because they had one trainee on cash during the lunch hour rush. All I can think of is how the people behind me ruined my splurge and gave me this headache. I then decide to ruin their day. I order every pie they have left in addition to my burgers. Turned out to be 23 pies in total, I take my order and walk towards the exit.
Moments later I hear the woman yelling, 'What do you mean you don't have any pies left?! Who bought them all?'
I turn around and see the cashier pointing me out with the woman shooting me a death glare. I stand there and pull out a pie and slowly start eating eat as I stare back at her. She starts running towards me, but can't get to me because of other lineups in the food court. I turn and slowly walk away."
"Here at UConn, they serve special mac n' cheese on certain days, I'm sure lots of schools do it, but our bacon jalapeño mac is pretty dang good.
Well, a certain sophomore from a wealthy family who is used to being bailed out of trouble by his rich parents got hammered and decided he wanted some mac n' cheese. He was clearly out of his mind and had the gall to walk around the food court drinking a pilsner. The manager sees this and won't let him in the food line. As seen in the video, our boy spends the next 10 minutes mercilessly berating the poor guy and his staff for being beneath him.
The manager gives him so many chances to just walk away, but our boy isn't leaving without his mac. He shoves the manager (not for the first time) and another employee decides he's done with this nonsense. Hero employee tackles our boy and pins him. The idiot spends the next few minutes pinned to the ground while the cops arrive, screaming 'I'M ABSOLUTELY TRASHED' until he's arrested.
Not his first arrest, not his first expulsion from a college. From what I hear, he's since been arrested or expelled from another school.
We'll never forget you, mac n' cheese kid."
"Once, back when I was a lifeguard, I was at McDonald's. These kids were running around screaming and being a nuisance in the main seating area (as opposed to the play place). I had just gotten off from working a double in the hot sun with nearly no downtime and really just wanted to vegetate.
The little hellions whizzed past me and out of habit, I lifted my trusty Fox40 whistle to my mouth and blasted it as hard as I could. Now, the company claims that a Fox40 can be heard over two miles away. I can't vouch for the truth of that statement, but I can tell you that on a staff outing we confirmed that these whistles can be heard across the Rangers' Ballpark in Arlington (God Bless). The whistle's piercing note tears through that unsuspecting McDonald's like a banshee riding on a freight-train. In the deafened silence that followed was a bellow, trained through years to reach the far end of a pool across throngs of screaming children, that said, 'Walk Please.'
One of the children began to whimper.
I was so out of it that I didn't even realize I'd acted until the girl sitting across the table from me began giggling nearly three minutes later. I'd do it again."
"I was having dinner with family at a Chinese restaurant with the big round tables. An annoying kid was running around between all the tables. I happened to be seated on a side close to another table.
Every time the kid ran past, he would bump my chair and the person who sat right behind me. I started to get pretty annoyed by the kid, so I started sliding back a little every time he passed by. After a couple more laps, the kid ran straight into a gap too small for him and got stuck.
His parents finally scolded him."
"I was involved in this child’s comeuppance. My girlfriend and I were drinking at a bar/restaurant next to our city’s Orpheum theater where Finding Neverland was playing.
This couple comes in to the bar 15 minutes before the show started and approached us, stating the female was too sick to see the show so they offered up their tickets. Sweet! We downed our drinks and ran across the street, ran into the venue, and found their/our seats– probably 10 rows from the stage on the aisle. We weren’t invested in the show, but we enjoy theater so we gave it a chance. The problem was that we were seated behind a 10-year-old boy, reminiscent of the German boy in Charlie and the chocolate factory. He had this loud plastic bag of expensive gummy sharks that he was loudly eating, crunching up to plastic, and simply annoying the bejeezus out of us.
At one point, he set down the mostly finished bag on the floor in the aisle next to his seat. My partner, God bless her, reached with her foot and dragged the bag slowly black and snagged it without him noticing. We munched the rest of the sharks giggling like children. We ended up watching him for the next 10 minutes reaching around the floor, looking under his seat, whispering to his mother and father, basically all out confused and distressed as to where his last 3 gummies went.
We’re mean, but he was annoying us during our free musical. "
"When I was 18, I was walking to my wretched job at Papa John's. It happened to have snowed pretty bad the prior weekend. So as I'm walking down the street, there's 3 little kids playing in the snow between ages 5-10. The chunky one (and probably the oldest of the 3) is throwing the other two in the snow and shoving snow in their faces.
I think, 'What a little gremlin but kids will be kids' and move on my way.
I get a little bit past them and I notice a snow ball break at my feet. I turn around and this fat little turd is throwing snow balls at me. I try to continue walking only to have him follow me and launch another snow ball. This one hits the back of my leg. I turn around and give him a verbal warning. He calls me a slur and throws a third snowball...nope, it's solid ice.
Okay you fat turd, you asked for it.
I start walking towards him at a fast pace. He picks up another snowball, throws it, and runs. I run after him. This fat 10 year old is no match in a foot race against a snail, let alone me. I catch up to him, grab him by his back collar and throw him in the snow. I start grabbing snow and shoving it in his face, then down the back of his jacket, then back in his face. This went on until I couldn't feel my hands anymore. I get up and tell him, 'That was a long time coming, punk' and proceed to work.
Not a single regret."