Got to cover the boxes on one side of the house tonight, which means the uber-rich folks. And man, were they nasty. Out of four boxes, three complained that the one waiter assigned to the area wasn't fast enough. One guy even left the box and yelled at me down the hallway. When they finally assigned a second waiter, everyone had had enough to drink, so it was too late.
Then one woman complained about the quality of the vodka. She earned no sympathy from me. I can't stand the stuff.