dear stupid mormon girl in my leadership class,
i hate you.
lets talk about the other day when you came into tomatoes and were in my section. Now, i came to the table and thought that girl looks awkwardly familiar. but i had NO IDEA who she was. she on the other hand knew exactly who i am, she knew my name (ok, fine, it was on my name tag. but still) and she mentioned we had this class together.
can i just say that i am always late and i always sit in the back. HOW THE FUCK did this creeper know who i was? it’s kind of scary to me.
here’s something that pisses me off about you. i know you know my name. i am wearing a name tag. YOU DON’T HAVE TO REPEAT MY NAME TO ME EVERY FUCKING TIME I WALK BY YOUR TABLE.
for example; “would you bring us another bread, rachel?
could easily just be “would you bring us another bread?” and i would have liked you better.
PLUS, why did you need that extra bread? let me tell you something about myself real fast. if i weighed 300 pounds i wouldn’t order a four cheese fettucini, and if i did, i probably wouldn’t order chicken.
also, if i weighed as much as you i wouldn’t order 3 breads.
i also wouldn’t insist on eating those breads with an alfredo dipping sauce.
while drinking full calorie soda.
i mean, honestly, if you’re going to eat like that can’t you at least pretend to be trying to lose weight? hmmm? and whats wrong with a salad?
now that i think about it, i guess you did get a salad which would be good, if you didn’t get extra blue cheese dressing.
here’s something else i should mention to you.
making food and eating out takes a little bit of time.
if your stupid fat father is going to show up late do not be rude to me because he has no silverware. i didn’t not know he was coming, you didn’t bother to mention it. you’re a stupid bitch.
strange as it may seem to you, i can’t make food magically appear in under 30 seconds. your pops is going to have to wait for his food just like everyone else. and shut the fuck up because i asked brandon to rush it.
can i just explain one more thing to you and then i’ll be done? thanks. when you are at a table with your mom and dad, and you can see that i also have a table of 6 people and a table of 8 people i would really appreciate it if your fat ass didn’t decide to need something every 5 seconds. IF YOU ASK FOR A FUCKING BOX USE IT. DON’T YOU DARE MAKE ME GO GET THAT SHIT AND THEN DECIDE TO INHALE YOUR FOOD.
and sure, you left a 20% tip. but still.
thom and i talked about it. thom doesn’t like you either. but i don’t think he hates you quite as much as i do. anyway, we decided that you and i can never be friends. and no. it isn’t your stupid frizzy blonde hair, or your coke bottle glasses, those things don’t bother me too much.
really i think its your annoying scratchy man voice, and the annoying tendency you have to call everyone by their first name.
sincerely,
…….miss toft
