What used to really get under my skin when hostessing at both restaurants were parents of small children who'd come in and I'd say "Three tonight?" and they'd go "Two and a half! HAR HAR HAR!" *knee slap* *knee slap* *snuff flying out of mouth and being ground into carpet by shit covered workboots*
Maybe I'm just touchy, but a kid is NOT half a human. Not funny. At all.
Maybe I'm just touchy, but a kid is NOT half a human. Not funny. At all.
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