So this one goes out to the lovely waitress with the hack of a hair dye job who waited on my friend and I. I don't know what kind of shit you're dealing with at home lady, but you can't just dish it out on us like we're worthless. And just because you've been working this lousy job for a while and are familiar with the vocabulary on the menu now, it does not give you the right to treat us like incompetent fools. I don't know this cuisine, so don't get obnoxious with me when I have a hard time pronouncing the words. Your loud voice and your phony manners, leave them in your trailer. And don’t pretend you’re in a rush when clearly, only three tables are being used. I did not appreciate your service at all. Furthermore, I am brutally insulted by how ineffectual you are. I forget your name. But if I had it, I’d call you out on it.

...you can't even split a bill in half. Dumb shit.

Fed well, but fed up with you.