I am serving a lovely table of white trash who have enjoyed quite a few Buds and about a gallon of ranch over the course of their stay. Classy. They complain that their pizza is taking too long (I think they are accustomed to the microwave ones) and I tell them I will go check on it (which means go in the kitchen and eat a salad). I return to the table a few minutes later with their large pizza in both hands. There is not enough room to set the pizza down because their bread plates and chicken wings are covering the only space. I stand there with the pizza, trying to set it down, while these assholes just look at me and make no effort to move some plates aside. While I struggle to set the fucking pizza down, this fat asshole at the table says to me, “it would be easier if you moved those plates.” I look at him, trying to resist smashing the pizza in his face, and say “Yeah it would, too bad I don’t have three arms.” That didn’t help my tip, but do you really think they were going to tip well anyway?