FUCK YOU, YOUR FAT DAUGHTER AND HER WHORE FRIEND. YOU SUCK.
This lady (and her fat whore sidekicks) come in every week- on Wednesday. Happy hour wings and half price appetizers. And every Wednesday, something is wrong. Either her “crispy but not burnt” fries aren’t cooked just right or the teriyaki sauce “doesn’t taste how it usually does.” Whatever it is, I ALWAYS end up storming back to the kitchen, with half eaten food, pissed and yelling some profanity.
Today, all three of them ordered the same exact thing they got the week before:
When their food came out, everything was fine. Fifteen minutes went by and everything was still fine. But of course, right when I was contemplating the outrageous idea that they actually wouldn’t complain about anything, the fat girl’s friend had something to say.
Her: I can’t eat these wings. They’re making me sick. Her’s too. (points to fat girl’s half-eaten bonesless wings, looks at her own half-eaten wings, and looks at me)
Me: (trying not to throw the basket at this girl’s face) Well what would you like me to do with them?
Her: I don’t know, I don’t want them. (pushes the basket to me)
REALLY? THEY’RE MAKING YOU SICK? YOU DON’T LOOK SICK. YOU DON’T LOOK GOOD BUT YOU LOOK PERFECTLY HEALTHY. JUST LIKE THE 200 OTHER PEOPLE WHO ATE THOSE SAME EXACT WINGS TODAY.
Anyways, when it was time for them to go, I gave them their (no-comp) bill and went to get their to-go drinks that they rudely reminded me they “needed.” When I returned, the fat bitch goes “I really hate to be a pain in the patooty but I’m not paying for wings they couldn’t eat.”
UMM they COULD eat them and they DID eat them. Enough until they were full and then they decided it was time for free food.
Fat bitch got the wings for free, ONCE AGAIN. I really, fucking hate people like that. Always going out to a restaurant to get free shit. BITCH YOU AIN’T EVEN BLACK.
