This thread is mainly about customer service stories you have where YOU provided poor but hilarious or just plain hilarious (at least in your own mind) service to a guest/customer. But in the spirit of inclusiveness, we will also entertain stories where you were the recipient of poor/hilarious service. Now that could mean that the service you received was hilarious, OR that your response to said service was hilarious. I'll start with a long one to get the ball rolling. Years ago I was waiting tables in a trendy and expensive midtown Manhattan restaurant that shall remain nameless. Generally the clientele was local upscale, particularly for lunch, but we also got a pretty heavily tourist and theater crowd in the evenings. One afternoon I was closing lunch (the last server on the floor, taking basically anything that came in until the dinner shift started), and two older ladies were seated at one of the better tables for two people. I came by and brought them menus, asking if they wanted anything to drink, etc... and they pretty much just shooed me away. So I go ahead and bring them water and then leave them alone for a little bit for them to catch up, always keeping an eye on them in case they looked like they needed me. Long story short I believe that one of them eventually asked for an iced tea, so I took that opportunity to ask if they wanted to hear about the specials. I was again shooed away, so I just brought them their iced tea and waited for "the look" or for them to open their menus, always in eye/earshot. Now late lunch can get a little busy and hectic with only one or two servers still on the floor, so a few more tables come in and I start to take care of them, but still making sure my ladies weren't wildly looking around the floor for me, or that they didn't start flagging down anyone they saw because "we haven't ever even seen our waiter!" At some point they do flag me down as I'm walking by with drinks for another table, and I promise to be right back. When I come back literally just a minute or two later, they get huffy that I haven't been taking care of them. So what do I do? I stomp my feet like a 3 year old child and dramatically yell "WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME?!" loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear, and then I turn around and wheel off before they can pull their jaws off the floor. The two ladies were mortified and all of a sudden became the soft and sweet meemaws that they were. "Oh no no no! Oh, we're so sorry! We didn't mean..." I cut them off by saying something funny and let them know I was just kidding, and now here are the specials... We had a great time after that and I'm pretty sure one of them tried to hook me up with their granddaughter who was visiting from college.