I hate Spring break. All day long I have to deal with obnoxious drunk teenagers armed with their parents credit cards and retarded genes. For some odd reason, these idiot children think they are special and that the rest of us are here to cater to their every whim. I am constantly arguing with them about their fake I.D.s. If one more spoiled brat asks me directions to one of their vacation rentals, I am going to send them home to mommy and daddy in an envelope. I know that may seem harsh, but let me put it in perspective for you. A group of twelve will walk in and order water with lemon and one iced tea. Then they will get the cheapest thing on the menu, complain about it, run you back and forth a hundred times, and after sitting in you section for two hours being loud and vulgar they ask you to split the check. That’s not the worst part. When they leave they drop a dollar or two each on the table as a tip and then one of them comes back and takes all of the paper money and leaves the coins so he or she can have beer money for the night. I hate Spring break.
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on March 17th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
How have you not gutted one of those little fuckers yet??? I’d be in jail already.
on March 17th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
They are special, their parents work for AIG and they make millions of OUR fucking money for doing absolutely nothing productive!!!
If Congress didn’t intend to tax their “bonuses” (for the stellar job of contributing to the wreck of the Global economy) I would firebomb their HQ.