dear bitch that works at applebees and always wears the same packers jersey,
i fucking hate you. you are a bitch. and you forgot my salad. you know what pisses me off? bitchy servers.
you think i can’t tell when you obviously don’t want to be working?
question. do you think scowling at me and being grumpy will improve your tips?
i don’t think so!
here’s a tip, instead of looking at people as if they are stupid when they are ordering, why don’t you actually listen? then maybe you would get my order right.
what did i order?
diet pepsi, no ice. boneless buffalo wings with honey bbq, and a side salad, ceasar.
what did i get?
diet pepsi with ice, boneless buffalo wings with the southern bbq sauce, and no salad.
so basically, you got nothing right!!!
you couldn’t even get justin’s chips and salsa with ranch right, you forgot the ranch…..what the fuck?
if you want to be a bitch to your tables you’d better get every single fucking thing right.
their food had better be perfect, because i work in a restaurant too, and i know that 9 times out of 10 the cooks don’t fuck up, the servers put the order in wrong, this whole fucking mess was YOUR FAULT!
here’s the thing, you could have redeemed yourself, you really could have.
all you had to do was not ask us if we wanted gift cards (applebees has a promo where if they don’t offer you gift cards you get a free dessert) that was it.
it’s not a hard thing to forget.
if you hadn’t asked us, i would have liked you much more.
i might even have been pleased with you.
i might have even left you a tip that was more than $.060.
this is when i should point out that i am not a bad tipper, usually i tip very well, not emily stevens well, but usually i alway tip 20% at least.
which means that your service was fucking terrible.
when i figure out your name i’m going to request to not be at your table.
ever.
because i don’t pay to go out and have a good time so that you can fuck up my order and scowl at me.
bitch.
i’m paying you, the least you could do is be nice.
sincerely,
rach
