I could write about my last table, which wasn’t supposed to be mine, who ran my ass off, made a hell of a mess, stayed waaay past their welcome and left me $5 on a $70 ticket, but that’s so…well…common.
Seriously assholes, if you don’t have the money to eat out and tip, go to McDonalds. Don’t whine to the cashier about how you barely have enough money to pay for dinner and expect sympathy. WE DON’T CARE! People like you make me barely able to afford gas to get back and forth to work, but you don’t hear me whining to the cute boy at the gas station about it. And if you’re going to be cheap, at least be considerate. When you know we are closed, don’t send half your party out to smoke while the rest of you sit inside with the kids. Leave! All of you! You wasted an extra 20 minutes of my time; time I spent listening to the dishwasher bitch because there were still dishes on your table. Oh, and you’re lucky I didn’t shove your forgotten baby bottle up your ass instead of just handing it to you out the door.
Best quote of the night
Angel: My friend is flamboyantly gay. He’s 3 rainbows to the left.