Last weekend I was tipped $4 on a $1 bag of chips, my faith in humanity was temporarily restored, then we walked into this during cleanup…
This happened the other night, I think Saturday… Who knows, they blend. We’re in our rush. Sometimes it’s 45 minutes, usually it’s about 90 minutes to 2 hours of constant, four deep, surrounded hell. But, […]
I can usually use drunk logic and pretend these make sense, or at least explain how an idiot would make it total… But this one, this one I just can’t figure out.
I am working a 5 diamond, high-end establishment. Aserver comes to me, “Someone took a shit in front of the urinal, a full shit not a couple pebbles” at 630 pm. On a full moon
I’m sure this will offend someone, who cares. At least it’s original.
No, no… Saturday is German for “I regret signup up for this job until I count tips… Then it’s worth it.” I also don’t speak German.
Well what they meant was… You just take the 8 and add 5… and I have no fucking clue.