Yes. You are.
I could not believe this one. This 40 something lady in a party with 9 other rude, loud women started clipping her nails in the restaurant. At her table! Clipping her fucking nails!!
This should give you an idea of how classy the other people in the party were; as they just sat there flapping their gums like nothing was going on. I was mortified!
I am working like normal, and I hear this sound. Tink, tink, tink. I'm like, what is that sound?!
My first reaction was not, oh, someone is clipping their nails. Probably because I was in a restaurant. When I realized what it was, I was like, what the hell is that about?!
Just another person with great manners going out to eat!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I Didn't Know "Venti Latte" Was a State of Being!
This one is short, but sour.
I'm at Starbucks today and after ordering my drink, the next guy in line does this:
Cashier: "Hi how ya doin today?"
Jackass: "Venti Latte"
I love this one. This happens a lot at my work too. I love asking how someone is doing and being answered with a beverage.
Me: "Hi, how are you?"
Jackass: "Diet Coke"
Me: "Oh that's too bad, I was feeling a little Diet Coke yesterday but today I'm happy to say I am Iced Tea."
Jackass: "What"
Me: "Fuck you"
Jackass: "Diet Coke"
What kind of world do you live in where you just bark orders at someone when they greet you?! I mean, I'm looking at you, and it's obvious that you don't actually have money, probably not even a job, so what is with you? I would go on trying to explain this person, but it's a lost cause.
I'm at Starbucks today and after ordering my drink, the next guy in line does this:
Cashier: "Hi how ya doin today?"
Jackass: "Venti Latte"
I love this one. This happens a lot at my work too. I love asking how someone is doing and being answered with a beverage.
Me: "Hi, how are you?"
Jackass: "Diet Coke"
Me: "Oh that's too bad, I was feeling a little Diet Coke yesterday but today I'm happy to say I am Iced Tea."
Jackass: "What"
Me: "Fuck you"
Jackass: "Diet Coke"
What kind of world do you live in where you just bark orders at someone when they greet you?! I mean, I'm looking at you, and it's obvious that you don't actually have money, probably not even a job, so what is with you? I would go on trying to explain this person, but it's a lost cause.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Would You Kindly STFU?!
Here's the setup: trashy birthday party, missing teeth, deep female voices (you know, the kind druggies have) and an 8% tip.
I am halfway across the restaurant and I hear this bellowing voice. I go over to see what the commotion is all about and I see some crackhead lady reading a birthday card out loud. And I mean OUT LOUD. The ten neighboring tables were just staring like, "what the fuck?!". I assume the one crackhead was reading the card because the other crackhead couldn't read. Or maybe she was too busy gnawing on her bottom lip to read. Either way, the moral of the story is that when speaking or reading to someone when you are in public and they are 18 inches away, go ahead and use that 18 inch voice. Not the 35 foot cackle.
Oh and I don't care that you are paying $10 a plate, that's still not a green light to make a scene. The people around you are paying the same (oh wait, more because they actually tip well) and they don't want to listen to your crackhead ass all night.
I am halfway across the restaurant and I hear this bellowing voice. I go over to see what the commotion is all about and I see some crackhead lady reading a birthday card out loud. And I mean OUT LOUD. The ten neighboring tables were just staring like, "what the fuck?!". I assume the one crackhead was reading the card because the other crackhead couldn't read. Or maybe she was too busy gnawing on her bottom lip to read. Either way, the moral of the story is that when speaking or reading to someone when you are in public and they are 18 inches away, go ahead and use that 18 inch voice. Not the 35 foot cackle.
Oh and I don't care that you are paying $10 a plate, that's still not a green light to make a scene. The people around you are paying the same (oh wait, more because they actually tip well) and they don't want to listen to your crackhead ass all night.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
No Thanks, I Don't Want AIDS.
Ok, I will try and keep the cussing down on this one, but this is ridiculous.
I am cleaning a table (no kids under 12 ate at this table) last night when I am about to reach for some napkins when I notice that there is blood all over them. Like "bloody nose" blood, not "paper cut" blood, but also not "shot in the chest" blood. They were not even crumpled up at all!! What the fuck is that?! At least make a damn ball out of the napkins! I almost took a picture of it I was so appalled. Where do you think you are, a fucking public bathroom?! And who the fuck am I?! What went through your head when you just left your bloody ass napkins sitting there?! "Ah fuck it, someone will get those" or "oh shit, I bled all over these napkins, gross, I don't want to touch them." But I do?! I mean, this is human fucking blood we're talking about here.
Keep yourself to yourself because I didn't come to work to get AIDS tonight.
I am cleaning a table (no kids under 12 ate at this table) last night when I am about to reach for some napkins when I notice that there is blood all over them. Like "bloody nose" blood, not "paper cut" blood, but also not "shot in the chest" blood. They were not even crumpled up at all!! What the fuck is that?! At least make a damn ball out of the napkins! I almost took a picture of it I was so appalled. Where do you think you are, a fucking public bathroom?! And who the fuck am I?! What went through your head when you just left your bloody ass napkins sitting there?! "Ah fuck it, someone will get those" or "oh shit, I bled all over these napkins, gross, I don't want to touch them." But I do?! I mean, this is human fucking blood we're talking about here.
Keep yourself to yourself because I didn't come to work to get AIDS tonight.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Bringing Musical Instruments To A Restaurant
Don't do it.
This retard last night let his kids play a fucking harmonica all throughout dinner. Other tables were obviously confused and upset by it. I could hear it from like 8 tables away! What is going to happen next year when the kids discover a trumpet?!
Even worse, the kids kept dropping it on the floor, which was loud as hell too.
Even better, each time they dropped it, they picked it up and put it right back in their mouth. Might as well skip a step and just lick the floor.
Excellent parenting all around by this gem of a person.
This retard last night let his kids play a fucking harmonica all throughout dinner. Other tables were obviously confused and upset by it. I could hear it from like 8 tables away! What is going to happen next year when the kids discover a trumpet?!
Even worse, the kids kept dropping it on the floor, which was loud as hell too.
Even better, each time they dropped it, they picked it up and put it right back in their mouth. Might as well skip a step and just lick the floor.
Excellent parenting all around by this gem of a person.
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