Dear Customer Who Felt Like He Had To Whistle At Me Like A Dog,
I obviously lack the traits of a doggy (fur all over, a muzzle with a cold, wet nose, etc) so why in all of God's great goodness did you decide to treat me like one?! Unlike your pal Fido, I do NOT respond at the mear sound of your voice. Your rude "Hey YOU! WAITRESS!" does not inspire me to give you any type of help or service.
Did you miss the part where I looked at you as though you had grown a second head? And, as though to add insult to injury, you decided that you hadn't been condescending enough for one outing: so you whistled and then snapped at me.
Such a classy conversation followed as well:
Me: *irritated* What do you want?
Whistling Asshat: You! Waitress! Can I have more soda *shakes empty glass* over here now?
Me: Excuse me?
Whistling Asshat: You heard me whistling - I want more soda.
Me: I am NOT a dog. You whistle at me again and I will kick you out of here.
Whistling Asshat: You can't do that to me, the customer is always right!
Me: Not when he's whistling at the waitress like she's some kind of trained animal. Do I look like a dog to you?
Whistling Asshat: You wern't paying attention to me.
Me: And I'm not going to give you another minute of my attention. *walks away*
Whistling Asshat: Where are you GOING? I want my SODA!
The only gratifying part of this conversation came after I was allowed to ignore your sorry ass. I hope you realize that the moment you treated me like dirt you forfitted all your opportunities for decient service. Act like a jackass and you're going to be treated like one.
I have never been so grateful to see someone go. Please go back to SC Hell. If you ever return, I will poop in your soda and make sure you recieve the worst service possible.
Sincerely,
The Waitress Who Won't Take Your Asshattery
Ps: I really, really hate you.
PPS: I really will poop in your soda. Just wait until next time.
I obviously lack the traits of a doggy (fur all over, a muzzle with a cold, wet nose, etc) so why in all of God's great goodness did you decide to treat me like one?! Unlike your pal Fido, I do NOT respond at the mear sound of your voice. Your rude "Hey YOU! WAITRESS!" does not inspire me to give you any type of help or service.
Did you miss the part where I looked at you as though you had grown a second head? And, as though to add insult to injury, you decided that you hadn't been condescending enough for one outing: so you whistled and then snapped at me.
Such a classy conversation followed as well:
Me: *irritated* What do you want?
Whistling Asshat: You! Waitress! Can I have more soda *shakes empty glass* over here now?
Me: Excuse me?
Whistling Asshat: You heard me whistling - I want more soda.
Me: I am NOT a dog. You whistle at me again and I will kick you out of here.
Whistling Asshat: You can't do that to me, the customer is always right!
Me: Not when he's whistling at the waitress like she's some kind of trained animal. Do I look like a dog to you?
Whistling Asshat: You wern't paying attention to me.
Me: And I'm not going to give you another minute of my attention. *walks away*
Whistling Asshat: Where are you GOING? I want my SODA!
The only gratifying part of this conversation came after I was allowed to ignore your sorry ass. I hope you realize that the moment you treated me like dirt you forfitted all your opportunities for decient service. Act like a jackass and you're going to be treated like one.
I have never been so grateful to see someone go. Please go back to SC Hell. If you ever return, I will poop in your soda and make sure you recieve the worst service possible.
Sincerely,
The Waitress Who Won't Take Your Asshattery
Ps: I really, really hate you.
PPS: I really will poop in your soda. Just wait until next time.

You have such a way with words.








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