Years ago, when I was 18 or 19, I was a hostess. A family of four walked in on a busy night, and there was one table open. I took them to the table, gave them their menus, and started explaining the specials. As I was talking, some people got up from a booth and left. The husband asked if his family could have that table. I told him they could sit there after it was clean and then excused myself to get the bus person. When we came back, in seconds, they were sitting at the dirty table. Ok, no problem. We started cleaning around them. Once the table was clean, I gave them menus and started explaining the specials again. The husband interrupts me saying, "What the h-ll's wrong with you? Aren't you normal?" I thought it was a joke, and smiled. Then, I kept explaining. He yells, "I said, are you normal?" I looked at him in shock. He says, "When you cleaned the table, you got some water on my daughter." I tried to apologize, but he jumped up, called me a b-tch, said he was going to have me fired, and told me to get my manager immediately. I burst into tears and couldn't even talk to tell the manager what happened. My manager's family was seated in the restaurant having dinner, and they told her what happened. She kicked the family out, but the man came up the next morning still trying to get me fired. You will have people like this everywhere. You can't let them get to you. I didn't get fired, and the man was told not to come back. We later found out he even called the corporate office about the "incident." It was nuts.