Hey you! No, not you, the girl who attempted to serve Hubby and I at dinner tonight. Yeah, bitch, I’m talking to you. You know who you are, and damn ya know I keep telling myself your dream in life must be to work at Hooters or some strip joint.
Yeah I’m talking about you, the girl who started flirting with my husband the second we walked in the restaurant door…a family restaurant I might add. You, the one who waited until my husband sat down in the booth then made it a point to lean across him in his lap just to pull down the shade on the window to block the sun. He didn’t ask for the shade to be pulled down I might add.
I’m not a jealous person by any means. Hell I’m the one who goes to the strip club and buys my husband lap dances because it’s fun. Jealousy is an issue I’ve never had. I know he’s coming home with me, and I know he was thoroughly disgusted by you…some little teeny bopper flirting away thinking she’s going to make a bigger tip by throwing herself all over her customers. It was fucking disgusting man.
Honey I’ve worked the tables before, too. I was damn good at waitressing when I was your age, and I know flirting pays. I also know there’s a limit to the amount and types of flirting that are acceptable! Smiling and being a little flirtatious is one thing, but honey, don’t ever blatantly hit on a man in front of his wife! You asked him if he was single with me sitting right there across the table from him! We weren’t wearing wedding bands so you didn’t know? So fucking what! You don’t ask a man if he’s single when he’s trying to enjoy dinner with a woman.
You’re the fucking waitress. You’re supposed to take the order, deliver the meal, and make sure everybody at the table has what they need. Hell you were so busy flirting you were ignoring your other tables. Yeah, I heard the elderly lady screaming across the room at you THREE TIMES because you were ignoring her request for coffee.
When you brought our drinks and attempted to take our order you put your hands on him. He asked you to please take your hand off his shoulder, but you ignored him. I told you to get your hands off my husband, and you called me a bitch! You got pissed off because I stormed away from the table in search of the owner who happens to be a very good friend of my mother in law’s? Boo fucking hoo. I could have broken every one of those little fingers one by one. Would you have preferred that instead? What you were doing was flat out unacceptable. If I wanted another woman hanging all over my man while I ate dinner I would have opted for the all you can eat buffet at Platinum Plus. At least that would have been dinner and a show!
If you want to act like that go work somewhere else. Oh wait, I forgot you said you were 17 when you insisted on chatting with us like we gave a shit about your life story. I guess it sucks not being old enough to work at your dream job, huh? Suck it up and keep your hands to yourself. It’s disgusting watching you putting your hands on a grown man.
Honestly honey if you’re going to act like that I hope the owner kicked your ass right out that door. I’ve been eating in that same family restaurant at least once a month for the last 6 years, and not once have I ever had such poor service there or anywhere else for that matter. I know you didn’t have a chance to wait on us. You were too busy acting completely disrespectful to your customers. You seriously have a lot to learn before you ever wait on another customer again.
