Jerry Lee Lewis is about as creepy as you'd expect
"Back when I was young, two or three hundred years ago, I worked as a cocktail waitress in Memphis. I had been reared in a nearby little Arkansas town, and Memphis was the main big city in my starry eyes when I graduated high school. Memphis, being a music town, had several clubs that offered great music. A new show club opened, and I was hired. On opening night for any music club, it was customary for a lot of the club owners to come in and take a table to themselves. They happened to sit in my section. Glenda, an older and wiser waitress, told me to give them great service, because club owners are great tippers.
"I gave that table a lot of attention and made sure their drinks never ran dry, their snacks were full, and that I was available whenever they needed something. And they were all friendly and nice. Then Jerry Lee Lewis came in and took a seat at the table. He started off drinking double Bloody Marys, but after two of those, switched to double CC and orange juice. And he was pouring them down. He kept giving me instructions all night, calling me 'baby' and 'sweetheart' and patting me on the ass every chance he got.
"I, being young and naive, was running that patted ass off trying to keep up with Jerry Lee's, 'Baby, get me this,' 'Sweetheart, get my friend there some of this.' Pat pat. At one point he got on stage with the band and sang a few tunes. That gave me a little rest. At the end of the night the club-owner table asked for their bill, and when I brought it, Jerry Lee grabbed it and said, 'I'll take this, honey.' So I gave it to him and he pulled out a wad of bills. There wasn't a lot of change, maybe a few bucks, but I put his change (in the little change tray) on the table beside him and he looked at me and gave a wink as he put the change in his wallet. I smiled and left the table so they could get their stuff together and leave, figuring my tip would be on the table when they left.
"They left, and I excitedly rushed to the table to see how big my tip would be. Club owners AND Jerry Lee, I was expecting a windfall. But there was zip. Zilch. Zero. Not one farthing. Jerry Lee completely stiffed me after all that bullcrap he'd dished out." -- Belle Anderson
Timothy Olyphant is extremely gracious and forgiving
"I was bartending at an upscale dinner spot popular with wealthy vacationers from NYC. We had this beautiful patio down a fairly long/steep flight of stairs, where we allowed customers to hang out and order drinks before or after eating. Unless they happened to order at the bar then move down themselves (or I could snag a busser), it would fall to me to carry the drinks down the stairs. No problem for wine/beer/simple mixed drinks, but there was absolutely no way to get a martini on a tray down those stairs without spilling any of it.
"So. One night in summer a group of people had already come to my bar, ordered a few drinks, and gone down to the patio, saying the rest of their party was on the way. Cool. I had a regular (and former co-worker, great dude) hanging out at the end of the bar.
"I was busy with orders for the servers when a handsome guy walked up to the bar. He said he was with the group on the patio, and ordered another round of what they'd had before, plus a glass of wine for his date and a martini for himself. I said sure, I'd get to it as soon as I could.
"My regular piped up just then. 'Hey man, aren't you Timothy Olyphant?'
"Handsome dude confirmed that yes, he was actor Timothy Olyphant. The two exchanged pleasantries about the latter's work on Justified, and then Timothy Olyphant went down to join his group.
"After a bit I was finally able to get to the patio group's second round: all bottled beer, rocks, or Collins glasses, and wine... except for Timothy Olyphant's martini.
"My tray was fully loaded, and perfectly balanced except for that damned martini. I barely took one step and already it was sloshing over the edge of the glass (who the hell designed martini glasses anyway?!). Tickets were popping up from the servers again, precious seconds were being wasted while I tried to handle this tray without soaking it in vodka, and there were no bussers around to help. Frustration getting the best of me, I exclaimed to my regular, 'Ugh! Stupid Timothy Olyphant's martini!'
"... just as Timothy Olyphant was walking back into the bar.
"'May I carry that martini down for you?' asked Timothy Olyphant pleasantly, as my regular suppressed hysterical laughter.
"'That would be lovely, thank you,' I replied, each of us pretending he hadn't overheard what he definitely just overheard.
"And that's the story of how I was accidentally kind of a jerk to actor Timothy Olyphant." -- Margaret Branson
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