I remember reading an article in the newspaper about two years ago or thereabouts that was written by some student who was working part-time as a waitress and griping about, well, everything in her job from the kind of work she was doing to the (lack of) tips she received.
While she had a chance to make a case for the service industry folks, the tone of the story made her sound like a petulant, spoiled little girl who had no clue she was in a service business, that people were there to have dinner, not to subsidize her schooling or worry about her homework load. I had *zero* sympathy for her. I'd have hated for her to be my waitress. I've met too many people who did the same thing and worked their rear end off and not complain a bit. Heck, I worked as a busboy at Chi Chi's in 1983 on the southside and I worked my tail off, knew I was working to make others supper pleasant...and I was tipped handsomely for it, too...but that's another story.
In fact, now that I think about it, I think the article was about how she spat in someone's food, and was glad she did it, they deserved it, something like that, or how most people DESERVE to have their food spat in....something that just leaves you incredulous...
I think she was jbtulsa77's niece.
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