Offense. Disrespect. Humiliation. Misjudgements. Waitressing.

Oftentimes, because of my young age, customers made huge assumptions. Because I was young, customers would worriedly ask me if I was in school. Usually tagged with an endearing term of "honey" or "sweetie." I hated that. I started serving when I was sixteen, and continued working summers after my freshman and sophomore year of college. When I was sixteen, I looked pretty young, so sometimes people would ask if I was even old enough to work there. That really pissed me off. Once someone asked me if I was twelve! I was almost nineteen that summer. God, how I wanted to "accidently" spill his drink down his shirt. Well, when I returned to the "Restaurant" after my freshman year, someone asked me, "Are you in school, honey?" I was so tempted to say, no, that I was a pregnant high school drop out, so please give me a good tip so my baby can eat tonight. But I was trained well, so I never played pranks on customers, even if they really deserved it, and it would have been really fun. But, I never did. I was a good, well-behaved waitress. Once, someone asked me what school I was going to. When I told him where, he scoffed and said, "Whoa, rich daddy, huh?" God, I was so utterly enraged. I still get mad just thinking about it. How dare him assume anything about me! I'll admit it was interesting that he would assume something of wealth from me, because all other assumptions were closer to poverty. It was rather idiotic of him to assume I have a rich "daddy" because if I did, then why would I be busting my ass waitressing? I think I just mumbled something like no, I have to take loans actually. What a bastard. I should've just lied and said my daddy was dead, or something, just to open his eyes to his stupidity. Why even assume that I have a father? He knew nothing about me.

One day, I was in a very good mood and decided to take special care of one table in particular. Well, when I brought them extra bread with their entree, the man said to me, "What, are you fishing for a big tip or something?" God, I wanted to punch him. There went my good mood. So I couldn't treat them well just because I felt like it, or wanted to make them happy? Was I automatically self-centered, with selfish intentions because I was a waitress?

Other than assuming things about my economic status, customers sometimes assumed things about my romantic status, we'll say...

On a side note, below is a video recorded about my experience as a waitress, what I struggled with, and what I am ultimately grateful for.