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To the blonde, bitchy waitress at a certain well-known establishment: I could hear you. I could hear you after you took my order and called me an “uppity bitch” because I asked for a side of bacon with my cheese omelet and you didn’t know how to charge me for it. I watched you on the floor in full veil as you whinged to your less than enthusiastic co worker, waving my order around angrily and actually pointing at me. “I will get her hot chocolate for now at least. Guess she doesn’t like coffee.” Then when you come with my “cheese” omelet; it’s oozing with not cheese…but a plastic-like cousin tasting like cheeze. The Whiz kind. “Here, this is for you. I hope…you enjoy it.” No smile, nothing. Just that sharp, Russian accent shadowing her true meaning. Did she spit in it? What? Well, I’ll tell you, this morning I had the shit bullets from hell. I wonder why? —Breakfast is ruined.
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2015.
Pretty sure it wasn’t a result of not knowing how to charge you. She got the shit bullets from hell part right…
THE WHIZ KIND
“Then you come with my ‘cheese’ omlet (sic) and it’s oozing with not cheese… but a plastic-like cousin tasting like cheese. The Whiz Kind.” Breakfast
The waitress passed it back to Willard in the kitchen with orders for his special omlette treatment.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
OP, you sound like a character from Camus or Nabokov, on a cranky day.
Really? So you read Camus and Nabokov? That’s very impressive. Now, could you cite the relevant passages from each which make the OP sound like Camus and Nabokov? That would be wonderful.
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MM is the cranky one today…
Yeah…I would not have eaten that.
Yeah, I’m snowed in so taking a day off. My even post a “Love”.
i love my neighbours with their snowblowers
My guess is that you have a tone OP not that the side order of bacon was too much for the server. For someone to get upset and call you uppity not quite behind your back suggests you got under their skin. Not saying the conduct of the server was professional (especially if they took a Whiz on your omelette), just that I would bet there is two sides to this story.
why on earth were you in a restaurant that serves those nuclear orange squares instead of cheese?
I mean, couldn’t you tell ahead of time that it might not be your best dining choice?
and if she is Russian and blonde, how come she isn’t married to some internet putz?
I heard the “cheese product” known as Cheese Whizz is grey before they add the orange color ewww grey food? Wut is it? Pork products are also to be avoided. And hen periods known as eggs. Have some Frootloops and almond milk instead next time, shit bullets.
None of the posters got much love on this one judging from the like to dislike ratio. Cheese Whiz and Russian waitresses always volatile topics.
There’s Always three sides to every story:you’re side,their side and the truth.
even more once you facter in the voices in you’re head, the cast of 22 minutes and you’re kids P.O.
Being a fussy eater, I almost always ask for some sort of substitution or extra with my meal. I smile and ask politely. I’ve never experienced any kind of bad attitude from the server that I can remember. So, OB, I suspect there was something in your tone of voice that started a cascading avalanche of crappiness.
Oh MM, your posturing must really tire you out. Hope your day is better today. Read a little math theory, maybe it’ll make you feel better.
Cornflakes!
SS
She was probably pissed off being a waitress because she was promised a sugar daddy or at least a lucrative job dancing around a pole.
Oh SS, we’re still waiting for those passages from Nabokov and Camus you claimed the OP sounds like. Don’t disappoint us. Of course, it would be easier you could stop posturing yourself and admit you wouldn’t know Nabokov and Camus from Donald and Daisy Duck.
And now you’re posturing about “math theory.” What “math theory” would that be and why should reading it make me feel better? In addition to the “math theory” itself, are you positing some connection between one’s reading it and one’s psychological states? You have a lot on your plate. Get to work now. Redeem yourself for your Nabokov/Camus blunder.
^^Gadfly!