Now usually, I'm pretty nice with waiters, cashiers, tech folks... any job that someone has to take beef with. And usually, if I get a mistake on my order, I'll just deal with it. But this was too much.
Please do not complain to me about how customers always ask you for everything after they order when I ask for some honey mustard sauce. I'm sorry, bitch, I'm not going to eat my chicken strips plain, so you can get off your ass and DO YOUR JOB.
Do not complain when I give you a 6 dollar tip for a 10 dollar meal and stomp back into the kitchen.
Do not complain when I say, "I know how you feel," bitching about how I possibly couldn't know because I'm 13.
I'M A PUBLIC, SERVICE-GIVING WEB DESIGNER. SCREW YOU.
Much love. Thanks for letting me rant. :)