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To the waiter behind the bar who took 20 minutes to give us a menu, 10 minutes to take our order, 20 minutes to bring our food, forget the ranch dressing after asking for three times, talk about how people need to get tickets to the gun show and then flex, then discuss your stories about ‘then the strippers came’, then take the plates 10 minutes after we’re done, finish it up with our bill 15 minutes later.
I understand though it was pretty busy that night when there was only one other couple in the whole fucking restaurant. To top it off, hearing you talk sports was down right embarrassing.
LEARN HOW TO WORK KID
This article appears in Dec 6-12, 2007.
Here’s an idea. Go to the store and buy a pound of ground beef, hamburger buns, ranch dressing, lettuce and tomatoes. Go home. Preheat skillet and cook beef. Combine ingredients however you see fit and VOILA! For the same price of your fucking happy meal you’ve become self sufficient.I love people bitching about lazy restaurant workers yet they’re too lazy to cook for themselves.