Dear Mother and daughter tag-team of retardation who were my last table tonight...

Thank you.
Thank you sooooo much for just everything about waiting on you. It was a real kick to bring you go-boxes before ya even ordered and I also truly enjoyed being asked utterly STOOPID questions like: "What's in the mixed vegetables?" (/whining voice) You came closer than you'll ever know to being told, "Bacon, dog shit and cardboard, of course..."
Pinheads.

And, I hope you enjoyed every minute of your sitting there for that fuckin' HOUR after you were done as much as I enjoyed sitting on that 200 lb. bag of sugar back behind the kitchen WAITING for you to STFU and leave(damn you!) so I could get the damned tip and go home myself. Ah, the roar of the cooks and the smell of the grease... or was that "the smell of the cooks..."?

I'm just sitting here thanking GOD that y'all were my last table and not my first. I'd probably have frisbeed you your shit and left early if ya's hadda been.

I'm telling ya, if we could surcharge you dipshits for the "pain in the ass" quotient, I coulda retired after you two.

Here's hoping your flounder parm makes you repeat like a Howitzer til Christmas.

Bite my achin' ass,
me

Posted by: Stevie at 06:24 PM

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