Sunday, January 9, 2011

Muffled Roar

There's definitely something that's incredibly unnerving about the thought of you. Your mere existence is vile, and makes my stomach turn. The fact that something such as yourself could ever cease to partake in my every day life baffles me. You are the guest that I serve.

Working as a waiter, a server, a bitch with no back - I've learned things about people, your true colors shine when you are put in a position of power - how you treat those that are considered "under neath" you. "

A dining experience is more than you've summed it up to be, You figured - "Hey, I'll just walk in, get a seat, eat my food and act like a complete imbecile to my waiter, stiff him/her and walk out of the restaurant with five more dollars in my pocket." Well you ought to know, guy who wears a polo-sweater, senor douche bag who want's extra this, extra that - guy who has absolute no respect for the person that handles your food, your drinks, you can talk down to me, you can shit on my day - but realize this. Who's really in the power seat? The guy that has your food and drink? Or you? The guy who pays for food at half a star restaurant and decided he was going to tip piss poor the minute he walked in the door.

So I say to you - Guy/Woman that we all hate - Think twice before you spit on us, you may be getting your just desserts.

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