I'm not sure if this guy was being an SS or just very inconsiderate - I can't decide, lol.
Shortly after Mr. Bottlecaps came back up here from Alabama, our two-year anniversary occurred. We decided to eat at the restaurant where I work, as it's the best food in town (and I'm not just saying that because I work there, lol) and it's close to where we live, which meant a considerably shorter walk than any other place here in town. There was a server there at the time, we'll call him Jake. He wasn't the best at service, and he had a tendency to take an attitude with his coworkers (myself included). We walked in and they were pretty busy, as the local college had just had a football game, but nothing too crazy. Unfortunately, we ended up with Jake as our server. Jake hadn't been properly trained on how to make drinks (servers make our own drinks there, we don't have a bartender) - or rather, he had been trained, he just refused to do it because it can be time-consuming if you don't know off the top of your head how to make something and you have to look it up. Practice makes perfect, but he refused to practice. So here's the conversation that took place shortly after we sat down and got our Diet Cokes.
Jake: Hey Bottlecaps, can you make a drink for me if Becky doesn't get a chance here soon?
Jake: It'll only take a second.
Me: I'm not on the clock. (That didn't really matter, as it's pretty laid-back there. I just didn't want to get up from my anniversary dinner to go do something that qualifies as work when I was there as a paying customer. We were there to enjoy our anniversary, not for me to work. I was trying not to be too short with him, though, so I used that as an excuse, although if you want to get technical about labor laws and such, it was a perfectly valid explanation.)
Jake (in a very nasty tone): So?
Me: I'm not going into the bar off the clock.
Jake: I don't give a (expletive that rhymes with hit) if you're on the clock or not.
At this point, Mr. Bottlecaps gets pretty upset about the attitude he took, so he chimes in, rather angrily at that.
Mr. Bottlecaps: Look dude, we're here for our anniversary. She's not here to work.
Jake huffs and mumbles, "I was just asking," as he walks away.
We seriously considered telling my boss what had happened and leaving, but we decided to stay. We enjoyed the rest of our evening, and although I did tip Jake average (as other than that incident he did an OK job, as far as service goes), he definitely didn't get what he would have had he not gotten so nasty about the drink situation.
He left shortly after that for another job, thank goodness!