Dear Mr. Walk-Outer,
Did I seat you at the worst seat in the house? Did everyone bump into you on their way to the Porta-Potties that were filled to the top? Did you see cute local vermin? Did fire-ants decide to bite what’s in your pants? Were parts of you bitten and had swollen to ten times their size? At least you can throw away the Viagra. Was something leaking from the ceiling onto your head? Did you sit in syrup or gum? WTF. Thanks for ordering and walking out. It was my pleasure serving an invisible idiot. Bonus. Free lunch for me you fricken tool.
Sincerely,
Upset Waitress
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on October 24th, 2007 at 7:48 pm
I liked the other picture….Just saying n that…Oh and walk outs are scum of the worst kind, well maybe not the worst but they are way down there…….
on October 24th, 2007 at 8:12 pm
Ahh Crap! Is this theme too girly? I know the other theme is soo evil looking and such. Baah. I’ll try it out for a few days.
Walk outs. I remember every one of my walk-outs vividly since there’s only been a few in my time. I am awaiting the opportunity to bump into one of them on the streets! Hopefully I’m in my SUV and them on their tri-cycle. SPLLAAATTTT!