So, I had red and purple hair, right? It's different now, but that's not important to the story. I also sport a variety of piercing and tend to dress in a fashion that's somewhere between punk, slacker, and emo. I go into a restaraunt with my best friend and the hostess is all, "Oh, are you with them?" And she points to this huge group of rowdy kids.
We're like, "Uh... no. Can we have a secluded table?"
She says, "Sure," and leads to a table right freaking next to them. At this point, I'm thinking that she has no idea what secluded means. So, of course, these kids start screwing with us and the hostess turns out to be our waitress who can't even remember get our order right. I left her a tip of two cents and a note that read, "If you don't know what someone said, ask them. And there's no shame in writing down orders."
I hate spending money to have a bad time. And I hate how Christmas keeps happening earlier. :(
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So, I had red and purple hair, right? It's different now, but that's not important to the story. I also sport a variety of piercing and tend to dress in a fashion that's somewhere between punk, slacker, and emo. I go into a restaraunt with my best friend and the hostess is all, "Oh, are you with them?" And she points to this huge group of rowdy kids.
We're like, "Uh... no. Can we have a secluded table?"
She says, "Sure," and leads to a table right freaking next to them. At this point, I'm thinking that she has no idea what secluded means. So, of course, these kids start screwing with us and the hostess turns out to be our waitress who can't even remember get our order right. I left her a tip of two cents and a note that read, "If you don't know what someone said, ask them. And there's no shame in writing down orders."
I hate spending money to have a bad time. And I hate how Christmas keeps happening earlier. :(
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