Stupid Waitresses

I've been kinda pissed off lately (as if you couldn't tell.) and I wasn't going to share this, but I figured I needed to post something somewhat comical to keep the balance in my blog, and this was the only topic that could come to mind.

without further delay (that was a lie, there was still the delay from reading this sentence.)  I give you the Stupid waitress.

I swear, this lady should work with those def old ladies at champs cafe. But this woman, I don't think her idiocy was related to hearing, considering just how bad her service was. Now I don't hate the woman, she just disappointed me greatly.

First, I look at the menu and deiced that the most obvious thing to order would be Fish 'n' Chips. Simple, fried fish and french fries (by the way why do we have to call them french fries? just cause they're from France? screw that! you don't see the Italians making us say "Italian pizza" or Americans saying "American corn dogs." I wonder if they call them french fries in France... anyway.)

So I ordered the Fish 'n' Chips. I ask the lady, "Do you guys do beer batter here?" Yes. "Ok I'll have that then." After thirty minutes of waiting, I get four tiny strips of fish cooked in cornmeal batter. What the hell? Excuse me, but does beer sound anything like cornmeal? NO it doesn't. but I thought maybe they were just out of beer (yeah.. right... a bar out of beer, funny) so I didn't complain.

Next, My mom asks for a glass of sweet tea. Now I don't know about you guys but most people enjoy their beverages cold (unless it's coffee or something, whatever sweet tea should be cold!) And sure enough, she gets the tea and it has two cubes in it. And they weren't even the same shape as the ice in everyone else's drinks, so it was like "umm lady, where did you get these?" Then later, my mom asked for a to-go cup for her tea, so she got a Styrofoam cup which was good, but it would have been one hundred times better if the lid the waitress gave my mom wasn't a smaller circumference then the rim of the cup.

And lastly, the kids got a sundae with their meal, so I asked if I could also have one. I ask the lady "can I please have a small sundae with strawberry topping as well?" SURE, what would you like strawberry or chocolate topping? "umm.. Strawberry, didn't I already say that?." And after waiting twenty minutes for this lady to figure out how to distribute one scoop of ice cream from the machine to my table (It was like the ice cream came straight from the cow, and she needed to figure out the scientific method to convert it,) I finally got my sundae, with chocolate topping. WHAT THE HELL!!!!???? I SAID IT TWO FREAKING TIMES! I mean the strawberry topping looked like it was only food coloring but still, holy shit. how hard can it be to give us what we ordered? I didn't actually say that (unfortunately) but still.

well yeah she didn't get a tip.

I hope this relives some of that "what the hell is wrong with you" from my last few posts. I promise those won't be the last of those types of posts, once again the point in this blog is so that I can say EXACTLY what's on my mind. so if you don't like it follow another blog.

oh yeah don't participate in Homo-Deadcat-Necrophilia either, and if you do, at least have the decency to NOT tell me about it :b