He's been here for three fucking hours. I don't think he even ordered anything but water. His voice feels like it's piercing my brain. And Lapdog won't tell him to leave. And it's another hour to close, and he'll stay after that too.
(tearing hair out)
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5 comments:
Let's kill him.
At least he didn't say it was coming out the other end.
I love both of these comments. Got me really laughing out loud ;)
We used to have a regular who always asked for the same waitress (who hated him, of course) and he would eat a whole order of chicken wings with oyster sauce and then spend half an hour in the men's room. We were all so grossed out :(
I have the giggles now ..........
OMG! Restaurant WAR stories, I could go on and on.... but I won't.
I absolutely love and adore your blog. It is so unbearably funny.
DirtyDisher, I did sort of want to bean him in the back of his head with a ketchup bottle ....
LS, he's done that before too. (shudder)
Mary, that's totally nasty! Eww!
Hi Docrompy! Thanks!
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