“I was waiting for a friend to finish work – she worked at a restaurant so fancy they had someone vetting guests at a podium outside. A car sweeps up, the driver jumps out and holds the door open. She was a C-list actress from a regional daytime TV show who looked through everyone present and moved to enter. She froze, appalled, when the guest-vetter intercepted, asking “Do you have a reservation?” She drew herself up to the full height of her couture and demanded “Do you know who I am?” “Yes” said the maitre d’, “Back of the queue.”"
-nanogareth
I told them to get the f@#k out.
They called for my boss who came down (he had been looking at the whole thing from a distance).
They complained and my boss turned to me and looked me in the eyes.
He said "I tought you well young Padawan" then turned back to the customers and told them to get the hell out.