I've got to quit picking up these Wednesday shifts. Either it's insanely busy with screaming children everywhere (and I make no money) or it's very slow (and I make no money). My tables were all perfectly pleasant tonight -- all seven of them. They were also all 10% or less tippers. It's been that way all week. I love how people punish me for the cold. Why did I turn the thermostat outside down to -11?
Oh wait. I didn't. Don't screw me because of the weather, you fucksticks.