While I can’t condone the waiter’s behavior, I think the general public should stop giving servers the mounds of undeserving shit they eat every night.
“A family who angered a waiter at a Norco Sizzler restaurant later was served a few dishes they didn't order: a gallon of maple syrup, raw eggs, and rolls of toilet paper across their lawn and shrubs.”
Although the server went to extremes, I’m sure the Family didn’t help the situation. The customers always come off sounding devoid of any responsibility in the escalation of the situation.
“The Kellers had a dispute with the waiter earlier when Darlene Keller requested vegetables with her meal. The waiter rudely responded the restaurant didn't have any vegetables, only baked potatoes, Wayne Keller said.
"When I told him my wife can't eat potatoes, he brought back a really small salad, practically threw it at her, and told her to go get the dressing herself," he added.”
How did she “request” vegetables? “Pardon me, is it possible to have Vegetables instead of potatoes?” or “ I want Vegetables!” Like the server was really hungry for her crap. I’m sure he “threw” the salad at her. Either she’s wearing the salad or not.
I work in this environment everyday. These people are Bullshit! I can smell it from Georgia. I’m so tired of the Holier than thou attitude some people bring with them to a restaurant. They have a bad day and take it out on the server. “I know honey, we’ve had such a shitty day let’s go out to eat. It will make us feel better to take out our frustrations on some poor smuck who only makes $2.13 an hour.” Servers make shit for money, especially when some asshole stiffs ‘em. Don’t believe me click here and read about how shitty people are to servers. Oh yea, don’t forget to tip the pizza guy either.
The waiter should have called me. I might have even helped him. Just Damn!
My good Buddy Kevin is getting married today. It’s not like he hasn’t been married before, so I’m assuming he has forgotten what married life is like. Why else would he institutionalize himself? See, us southerners have a pretty good since of humor. We can poke fun of ourselves. That’s why Kevin’s wedding theme is “A Big Fat Hillbilly Wedding.” He’s much funnier that I. Anyway, I’ll take a few pictures of Kevin taking his vows in his overalls. It promises to be Big fun.
Working Friday nights suck. The Rain isn't helping matters. I think all the employees are all fucked up. They are either drug addicts, or to stupid to do drugs. Just Damn! I know that I can't be the only sane person here. I guess I'll chalk it up to a rainy Friday 13th.
Gregory Peck has past away. I feel remotely sad about that; but I take comfort in knowing I can watch “To Kill A Mockingbird” over and over. Atticus Finch is my favorite character followed by Boo Radley in a close second . Just Damn!
The Carnival of the Vanities is over at Overtaken by Events. This is the first time I've actually submitted anything. Not to say that my submission was that much better than any I've ever written. It's just that I want to play a bigger part in the Blogging Community.
...Common sense in the jury pool. An Atlanta jury wised up and voted Not Guilty in the Hate Crime trial of Aaron Price.
The way I figure it, all violent crime is a hate crime. Oh well, the thought police lost this one. I don't know if it was a jury nullification decision on the hate crime charge, or if the State failed to prove it's case. I want to believe it was jury nullification. I'd Hate to think the State was inept.
It Ain’t What You Know…It’s What You Know That Ain’t So!
For those who have kept tabs on The Dax Files know that I have three wonderful, beautiful, children at the house. Quint, who is the oldest, is now six and starts first grade in the fall. Ashlyn is three years old but looks like she’s five. Then there is Devin. He is two and is the “wild” one. He is the one I suspect to end up in the X-Games. The kid knows no fear. He’ll take a big fall, then get up and do it again, just for the thrill.
Before Priscilla and I became parents, we discussed many issues about the care and feeding of our children. Important issues like spiritual beliefs and training, when to feed them meat, whether to home school or not, were all discussed ad nauseam. The one issue that created a huge rift between the grandparents and us was the vaccination issue. We hold true to the belief that our children don’t need to be shot full of drugs to be healthy.
Oh the scorn we faced for years. Even today, our parents still try to pressure us to have the kids vaccinated. “They can’t go to school,” they would scream followed by, “They’ll get sick and die!” It’s kind of funny that school comes before death. Anyway, we stood firm, did all the research, and use common sense when it comes to health care. Bottom line, we feel that the practice of people being born in hospitals and having shots only started after WWII. People have been around for a long time without the “miracles” of medicine. The only difference between now and then is that as people we are cleaner. We have sewer systems and running water. Childhood diseases are minimized without putting our children at risk. Somehow, I feel vindicated when I come across stories like this.
“For years there has been a debate about the cause or causes of autism, but the vast majority of finger-pointing has been directed at childhood vaccines as the culprit. And considering what is put into the vaccines injected into hours-old infants, it is easy to understand why they are at the top of the list of suspects: formaldehyde (used in embalming), thimerosal (nearly 50 percent mercury), aluminum phosphate (toxic and carcinogenic), antibiotics, phenols (corrosive to skin and toxic), aluminum salts (corrosive to tissue and neurotoxic), methanol (toxic), isopropyl (toxic), 2-pheoxyethanol (toxic), live viruses and a host of unknown components considered off-limits as trade secrets. These are just part of the vaccine mixture.”
Hey grandma, you want to put what in your grandchild? Over my dead body.
"As a child of the '70s who has never tried pot, I certainly don't advocate its use. I'm not convinced it is more of a "gateway" drug than alcohol, or as unhealthy as cigarettes, but I certainly don't want to see more people smoking pot."
It’s a big myth, among many, of the Drug War. Marijuana is a” Gateway Drug.” The argument is that Marijuana usage leads to the use of harder drugs. I can speak from personal experience on this topic. As a former “Pot Head,” I like so many others graduated from marijuana to cocaine to more potent drugs. I still reap the consequences of my actions.
It wasn’t like one day I smoked a joint then felt ready to snort up a line of coke. It was a situation of availability. Many users experience the same thing. They know a guy who can get some great weed. That same guy can get some great coke, or speed, or heroin, or maybe guns too. Maybe that guy knows a bookie so if you feel the need to place a bet on the basketball game that’s available too.
See marijuana is not a gateway to other drugs. Marijuana is the Gateway to the Black Market. The Drug War has created a vast Black Market for drugs. Once introduced to the Black Market through marijuana, many vices become available, Guns, Sex, and Gambling to name a few.
Once the environment has been created for youth, it becomes harder to break out of patterns developed. Maybe a marijuana user never uses any other drug but instead becomes a “dealer.” First it starts out as getting another bag for a friend. Then it’s getting a little extra in case a buddy needs some. Next thing you know our user gets an ounce or two (and the “bulk rate.”) just to sell to some friends and getting his for free. As the cycle grows, the Black Market Environment becomes more and more pervasive. Maybe some weed customers want some coke. Our young dealer friend then expands his franchise. It’s not always about the money. It might be the about getting drugs for free.
Anyway, if you need anything, let me know. See I know this guy who knows this other guy. Just Damn!
Well, I just submitted my weight to the Biggest Loser contest. I thought I weighed in the other day. I was mistaken. Any weigh, I plan on whippin’ out my super top secret diet plan for this one. I gotta drop about 100 pounds. It will make sittin’ in my climbing tree stand a little safer.
I got the first call around 1:00. The second came at 1:15. Both calls instructed me to get to work A.S.A.P. My first thought was somebody fucked something up. My next thought was it wasn’t me. But when I got the message to wear old clothes, I knew it wasn’t good. The wear old clothes calls mean somebody fucked up and I’m gonna pay for it whether it was me or not.
On that long drive through 20 plus 1 traffic lights, I kept trying to think of things that I could have possibly done to warrant “old clothes.” Nothing came to mind. I decided that if the boss was gonna beat me up (verbally) that I was gonna give him my keys and walk my happy ass right out of the building. I had thought up about five good phrases to whip out on him before I left too. Then I thought up about five places to go get a job after I quit. I was kinda gettin’ excited about a new job too. Just Damn!
I strutted into work with both sets of keys clipped to my belt loop like a gunslinger ready to shoot the next dumb son of a bitch that even looked at me funny. No such luck. I walked through the place looking into the eyes of my colleagues. Their dark sullen eyes showed that the Bull was loose in the china shop. They all just shook their heads and told me to look out. I took no never mind.
Well the showdown was rather anti-climatic. The boss hollered about this being dirty and that being screwed up. No big deal, I just said I’d take care of it. He had all the managers there. What sucked was it was their day off. I was scheduled to work. Anyway, we polished and cleaned and fixed things all night long. Meanwhile business continued, and we all stayed out of the Bear’s way.
What’s so sad about the whole episode is that the Boss created all the problems to begin with. If he’d just let the people do the jobs he pays them to do, everything would be just rosy. Oh well, some people have to fuck with a good thing. You know, they like to wake sleeping dogs and fix workin’ things. I have the day off Tuesday. Maybe I’ll just go see about a new job.
The Boss is on the loose! I don't have any time to take a piss, much less post anything worthwhile. After this shift from hell is over, I'll hit the highlights about the boss's drunken rampage through his two bars. Just Damn! Just Damn!
I've been trying to post since yesterday. If you visited this site on Saturday you would have seen Friday's entry. Well, It's Sunday and Saturday's post is up. My only question is, "will you see Sunday's post on Monday?" Just Damn!
Of course, Blogger.com has been dead until now. Don't believe me? Ask Jay Solo.
Permalinks NEVER work! I'm thinking it is time to go. Maybe Moveable Type, That's where all the cool guys are!