in reality i'm sure i looked like this:
the gentleman handed me back the book and i sweetly thanked him, once again, and hauled ass to the kitchen. once i arrived back in the kitchen i couldn't stop laughing. like at all. the entire thing had given the kind of lolz that i couldn't control and just kept bubbling out. i managed to get the story out to the manager and truly it felt like i had just been reprimanded by my father. like the gentleman shorted me the five dollar discount that i had forgotten and then went above and beyond to dock my tip another three dollars. almost as if to punish me further and perhaps teach me a lesson about forgetfulness.
in all fairness - i had forgotten the discount and that's my bad.
but truly this gentleman was a prick.
shit happens. restaurants get busy and things get forgotten. but you bet your ass that i try and make up for it and go above and beyond to fix whatever mistake i made and be honest about it.
at the end of the day if that man feels way good about himself for shorting me on a tip because of a mistake i made that i offered to fix then so be it. i'll take my ten doll hairz (that i had to tip out on to other people so really i only made eight doll hairz on that table) and i'll enjoy the taco bell it bought me and i hope, you sir, enjoy your miserable life.