Thanks so much, Chris!! I appreciate it. Your party of 12 flashback makes me so angry for you. I want to find them and mic drop😄. As a cocktail server, I once had worked 17 days in a row. I was exhausted and was 1st cut. I had a trashy mom & her 2 sons settle in to watch football. It was a large sports bar attached to a restaurant (Old Chicago, if you're familiar). They were watching football and it was the week before Christmas. The mom was cursing up a storm & screaming and my section had filled with dinner time families. They kept asking to move b/c of this nasty lady. I nicely ssked her to keep it down & explained we had families w/ small children behind her. "It's a fucking bar!!" She screamed. My manager was afraid to confront her. He cut me, but policy was after a tab hit $100, we had to stay until that table closed out. I stayed for another 3 hours. I placated Trashy McTrashbags & her sons. Their bill was $275. She stiffed me. And left a note on her receipt, "Bar customers come first. Merry Christmas, you fucking bitch." I felt all the Christmas feels. I still get angry thinking about it