I’d waited on this regular customer several times with his girlfriend without a hitch until one night several service problems arose. I had initially helped them by pointing out the new dishes on the menu, recognizing that they were familiar with most everything from past visits. Everything went along smoothly until the end of the meal. We were near 86-ing a dessert and, as a courtesy, I held one for their table but, due to a mistake by the pastry chef, the said dessert did not arrive as it should have. Of course, they blamed me. When the $470 check arrived, he paid in cash and left a $2 tip. Certain that it was an oversight by a regular customer, I chased him down as he was retrieving his coat and politely suggested that he may have miscounted. “No,“ he said, cocking his head proudly back, “Thats right.“ Of course, I got in trouble for questioning the tip, and this d-bag continues to get reservations, though not seated in my station. Time has passed since the incident and he’s since made overtures to other members of our staff that he would like to bury the hatchet with me. But, I have no interest in kissing up to this joker. Waiters are like elephants…we never forget. That’s why you tip in the first place, dumb ass, because you can be sure I will recognize you next time and it’s in your best interest to stay on my good side if you expect good service and a clean plate.