Name That Stain.

I wish restaurants wouldn’t use linen napkins. What the f**k is that stain. Is it ketchup or grease? Could it be mustard or mayo? I hate to think what the buss-boy was doing before he put it on the table. Maybe the exterminator ran out of poison and had to use them to squish all the roaches. Perhaps the rats got tired of flushing the toilet and decided to fashion diapers. It is entirely possible that these stains are placed professionally and delivered to restaurants nation wide. What ever the reason, I wouldn’t want to wipe my ass with it much less my face.

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  • Darby on November 24th, 2007

    I HATE LINENS!!! We have them too, and they are linty, stained, and some come to us ripped and or torn. It’s awful. We have begun sending the “un-usable” ones BACK to the linen company for credit because they really shouldn’t send them to us like that…it’s gross. Now, if only they could do something about the lint…

  • Dennis on November 24th, 2007

    This is funny, especially the line about the busboy. We had a busboy at my former restaurant who seemingly played the “Name That Stain” game. He smelled EVERYTHING, and was particularly drawn to the linens.

    Every once in a while, he would bring a soiled linen into the breakroom or side stand — sniffing the thing the whole time — and ask us what we thought the stain was.

    GROSS STORY ALERT! An especially uncouth waitress once told the busboy it was her time of the month and that she grabbed a linen in a pinch. Didn’t even faze the troubled lad. His response was: “Really? Cool.” Makes you wonder who is more disturbed.

    This industry attracts all kinds….

    Peace,

    - Dennis
    www.donttipthewaiter.blogspot.com

  • Jenny on November 24th, 2007

    I’m so not eating out today.

  • Upset Waitress on November 24th, 2007

    Jenny you just disappointed thirty percent of the lesbians in your town.

  • Upset Waitress on November 24th, 2007

    Oh Dennis, funny you typed that. When I was a kid I would get mad at my brother and take his wash rag and wipe my vagina with it. I always put it back on the towel rack.

  • Dennis on November 25th, 2007

    See, now this is where things get fuzzy. Your bro used that same wash rag on his less-than-clean behind…so the real question is: who had the idea first?

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