If you came into my restaurant today between the hours of 8-3, chances are I really hate you. Sorry, nothing personal, but one gets very cranky after working a 7 hour shift on their day off. With a massive barrage of old people constantly attacking tables, it sometimes gets heard to do my job. 10 people will leave while we're full, leaving 5 dirty tables. That's fine, except for the fact that there's another 20 old rude people at the door shouting. It really pisses me off. Yeah yeah, don't hate the customer for being a customer, and I don't. I just really hate rude customers.

I also hate screaming kids. We had a party of 5 come in (2 adults, 3 children, perfect fucking American family,) and their little girl is screaming "I WANT A BOOTH, I WANT A BOOTH," like some old lady with diarrhea and a bad back. Unfortunatly, booths are made for 4 people, not 5. So Kate (my boss,) sits them at the table. Well this isn't good. As soon as they sit down, the little shit starts screaming at the top of her lungs like she's got a 16 foot cock in her ass. Bitch. So we give them a booth. They order food, she's very specific in what she orders. Guess what happens when the food is put infront of her...

"I DON'T WANT THIS!!! I WANT MCDONALDS!!!"

Die anti christ, die. And you people wonder why I hate you. It's ok. Another day, another dollar. Even though people at breakfast are cheap and don't tip well so I make shit money. Remind me not to work on my day off again.

Child, I wish death upon you by this: