The big tipper:
“I saw a couple have a full-blown argument in the middle of the restaurant. The woman stood up, took her ring off, threw it at him, and walked out. The man continued his meal, had dessert, and then paid the bill. He left a pretty big tip for the inconvenience.”
The failed proposal(s):
“I witnessed two failed marriage proposals on the same Valentine’s Day. The first one simply said ‘I can’t do this,’ and walked out.
The second one stared like a deer frozen in the headlights for an excruciating 30 seconds before muttering, ‘Let’s talk about this later.’ They stayed for the rest of their six-course V-day special dinner, eating, and making painful small talk.“
The fried dasher:
“It wasn’t disastrous for the couple as much as it was the restaurant. I used to work at a small Southeastern restaurant — it wasn’t anything you could mistake for upscale. We had someone call in and ask if we could fry the ring he was planning to propose with within a hush puppy. Extremely weird request, but we said sure.
They come in to eat with their families, she gets her order of hush puppies, doesn’t choke on the ring, and seems excited enough.
They dined and dashed.“
This check splitter:
“I walked up to a table and was about to drop off the bill, caught the end of ‘it’s over.’ Guy looked at me dead in the eye and said to ‘split that fuckin check, right now.’“
“This guy came in and said he was waiting for his date. He stayed for five hours waiting and she never showed, so he eventually ordered for himself and asked that I remove the other glass of water from the table.“
“Had a table of two people, probably in their mid-40s. It took 45 minutes for this couple to get their entrees in due to our kitchen being slammed. When the food was dropped at the table, they immediately asked for to-go boxes because they told their babysitter they’d be home by a certain time. I overheard the wife say, ‘Well, I guess this is why we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.’ The worst part was that they weren’t angry, just very sad.
My personal feelings about dining out on Valentine’s Day aside, I felt so horrible that this couple clearly had put in an effort to have a nice night with each other only to have it go that way.”
“A 16-year-old boy proposed to a 15-year-old girl with a cheap ring in the whipped cream of her dessert. She said yes.”
“Saw a couple have a full-on argument at a restaurant. I wasn’t their server but the table was directly in the center of the restaurant and they were certainly loud enough for everyone to hear. My manager kindly asked them to leave and the guy’s response was to yell, ‘I’ve been wanting to do that shit for two years now’ and stormed out.”
This jealous act:
“I was working as a server in a restaurant and Valentine’s Day was an all-hands-on-deck shift. This guy I had just started seeing wanted to go out, but I told him that working in food service, you never get Valentine’s Day off and we’d just have to celebrate the day after or the weekend after.
Nope. He got so upset that he went and asked a different girl out, came to the restaurant I worked at on V-Day and sat in MY SECTION. He then proceeded to spend the entire evening making a fool out of himself and making his date uncomfortable as he tried to make me jealous.
Needless to say we didn’t go out again. Ever.”
This untimely surprise:
“It was like a movie. I was bartending at an Italian restaurant and it’s pretty much full of Valentine dates. A guy walks in and sits at the bar by himself. He had come to the city to surprise his girlfriend for Valentine’s Day (about a five-hour bus trip between cities) and he sure surprised her. She was in her dorm room f**king one of his friends from high school.“
This seafood surprise:
“Back when I served food at one of those super touristy seafood restaurants, I worked a Valentine’s Day double shift. For lunch, this younger couple came in celebrating their first anniversary. I ask if there are any allergies. She looks directly at her boyfriend and states, ‘Yes, I’m allergic to fish and shellfish.’ Then she looks over at me very sad.
I made sure every aspect of her meal was fine for her. But it was that look of ‘we’ve been dating a year and he still takes me to a restaurant that could kill me’ that really did it for me.“
“A guy and his date came in for Valentine’s Day. They had a great time, ate a lot of food, drank a lot of wine, and got along really well with my coworker who was their server.
About two months later, they come back in and request my coworker again. He goes up and greets them, the guy introduces his wife to him, and my coworker mentions something about how much he enjoyed serving them on Valentine’s Day. They go quiet. The wife gets up and leaves, the guy just lowers his head.
Turns out he had brought another woman in on Valentine’s Day, but my coworker didn’t realize he was with a different woman this time around so he didn’t think anything of it. We never saw the guy again.”
And lastly, this humble reminder:
“Last year my work called me up and asked, ‘Hey buddy, we know you’re single, can you come in as an extra shift tonight?’“
Some responses have been edited for length and clarity.
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