A mother and daughter sat down at one of my booths, with a third menu on the table with them. I took their drink order, and then politely asked, “Would you like some chips and salsa while you're waiting for your third person to arrive?”
The mother rolled her fucking eyes at me and responded, “NO, we're WAITING for someone ELSE.”
Fuck you, bitch. Excuse me for attempting to get some food in your bitchy face at a restaurant.