A lady once threw a tea-spoon at me because she wanted me to refill her iced tea.
However, she didn’t notice I had already filled her glass when I walked past her table. She must have been too busy horking down a veal parmesan the size of a hubcap in front of her.
When I walked up and asked her why she felt the need to throw a hard, metal object at me to get my attention, she said: “I need you to fill my…” (looks down) “…oh. You must ha– … huh… nevermind.”
As I was walking to get my manager, I heard her hiss at her husband, “No, I’m not going to apologize to A WAITER!”