The other night I got sat with an annoying table of 4. You know the type, don’t know what they want to drink (water? shocking), need bread before they know your name, and pretty much just make everything much harder than you could ever imagine. So after forcing the drink order out of them, I return to the table and notice that one guy still hasn’t even looked at the menu. I ask if they are ready to order, they say yes even though they are obviously not, and the fun begins. I answer a million question about the most generic items on our menu, and finally I get to the bastard that won’t look at his menu. “Just pick something for me,” he says. I fucking hate when people say that. “Well what are you in the mood for sir, we have a big menu.” Also, I don’t know you or know what the fuck you like to eat. “I don’t care,” he says thinking he is being ultra smooth and impressive, “just pick something that you like.” “Ok, well do you want soup or salad?” “Doesn’t matter.” Of course it doesn’t. So, trying to actually be a good person, I pick the guy one of my favorite dishes. It is assorted seafood served over linguini with a spicy red tomato sauce. After their salads I bring the main dishes out. I hand the guy his plate with a smile on my face and tell him I hope he likes it. He looks at it for a second and then looks up at me all pissed off and says, “Is that seafood? I am allergic to seafood! Why would you pick that for somebody, I can’t eat it!” “Well if you would just order off the menu like a normal person you could be eating right now instead of arguing with me. Do you want to look at a menu this time?” Asshole.
- Kevin
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GRRRR! I so so SO hope this ass had to pay for the wasted entree! but deep down, I know that would never happen