To the dark curly-haired lady server working the graveyard shift at a certain pizza and beer joint: fuck you. We were a party of 9 and we sat on the only side of the restaurant (the dining side) that could actually accomodate us. You didn't smile or even say hello when you walked over, and when we asked if we could just split food and get drinks, you put your face down to the table level, talked to us like we were infants, and then slammed menus on the table when we hadn't even decided to stay or not. It amazes me how people like you get into the industry in the first place. Get a fucking personality or get the fuck out of the serving industry and make room for some people who actually know how to treat customers. —Could've Slapped You