On a lunch shift, we usually have 2 servers on the floor right away at 11am when we open. The other few must take their break from 11:30-12 so they can't take tables when they first arrive at the restaurant.
This particular day, Rose came in right away at 11...but the section where HER table is (Table 2, btw) didn't have a server yet. The dumb hostess started to tell Rose she couldn't sit at that table because there is no server to take care of her...
Rose LOST it. She screamed at the hostess and told her she would sit wherever she wants because SHE is the boss.
I came out just as all of this happened, and told the hostess not to worry....we would take care of Rose no matter whose section she sat in. The only bad part is, I had to deal with the aftermath:
"Can you believe that girl tried to tell me I can't sit at my table? Who does she think she is?"
Rose, it's ok. She didn't know. She doesn't normally work lunch.
"Whattaya mean she didn't know? How could she not know who I am?"
Then, she started to get snippy with me, saying I must be "too busy" to take care of her. But since I feel comfortable putting her in her place, I had none of her sass.
Don't get fussy with me, Rose! I'm not the one you're mad at!
Needless to say, Rose told EVERYONE that walked past her about what happened.