Tonight's customers were largely inoffensive, and thank god for that. If I'd had to go through a fifth day of dickery I might have absolutely lost it! Tonight's only fuckfaced dickwad was the guy who stiffed me on a $55. He didn't believe that I'd brought him the right margarita because it wasn't the exact same color as the picture in the menu.
Thankfully the rest of my tables didn't suck quite so much. I still made a lot less than the other closer -- she rakes in $20 tips constantly, and I really can't figure out why there's such a difference. I really feel like I just give off a "don't worry, you don't have to tip me!" vibe.
In other news, I found out that one of the other servers is engaged to Native's brother. So I asked her if Native is, well, native. She laughed and said "No, she's just kinda weird."