A story From a friend...

Ok out of the blue i came accross this story from y friend i'll only call Famous Dave any way this is his story in his own words:
"Dear overweight lady in the red spandex:

I understand that it is your friend's birthday and that you came in early because we don't take reservations. I also understand on how this event is probably the biggest thing to happen to you all year, so I can understand your enthusiasm. I appreciate that you called in and let us know ahead of time but I do specifically remember telling you, as I do everyone, that we do not take reservations and that it is pretty much first come first serve. I also appreciate your understanding when I told you that we needed half your party present before we could seat you. I also appreciate your understanding when I told you that because you have TWENTY FIVE people that we were still waiting on one more table to finish up and we could seat you. I thought we both left that part conversation on mutual understanding that it would be about 20 minutes or so. I also appreciate the miracle that occurred between the last talked to you and 5 minutes later when God opened Heaven and made you motherfucking Father Time. You think I'm that dumb that I can't keep track of time? Because you see, I do have a clock (amazing things they are) in front of me that I look at when I so I can write times down on a board because I just know fat, dumb cunts like you love giving people a hard time. If you were my wife, there would be a combo on the fridge for sure.


When you threatened to take your 25 people elsewhere, I should have said "Jenny Craig is next door." But I refrained. You might have had a heart attack and that would have made my night even longer. But seriously, Jenny Craig really is next door and it is a new year, kinda. Make that resolution work."
and this lil story basically highlights the reason why i do this blog... to show you all the idiotocrasy and yes i know that his is not a word but it should be since that is what we go through everyday working in a freaking restaurant... then one might debat if i hate going through it so much then why do it? and i might rebuttal b/c you, sir or madam are too fat and stooped to server your fucking self at your own home and so i charge you a bunch of money to do it for you at this "fine establishment"... dumb ass...