I AM A BLOGGING FREAK...does that mean I lack intelligence? Or that I am hungry for conversation?

"Get your ass up and do my job if you think that I don't deserve even a 10% tip!"
"Yeh, I am ignoring your condescending look and I am brushing off your bad vibe, because if I don't...my other tables suffer. Beauch"
"Oh, you think you'd get better service in the bar? Well, if they weren't sooo busy and maybe had a place for you to sit, you'd see that even with the two of them-they be no better than the one of me. Because they run their ass twice as much as I do for everyone's freakin' beer refills"
"Next time, before you judge what crappy service I give...take a look around. Do you see anyone else taking tables and trying to wait on 25 people (all but 8 coming in right after you!)?"
"I treat you as a honored guest, I portray no thought beyond wanting to serve your needs, I explain what I am going to do and when you can expect to see me back at your table (thus giving you an idea of when I'll be back even though I have a lot of tables), and I still offer the "Ten Steps"-yet you act like I am just a beginning server. You try it!"
"Oh, and you are at the end of my long night of serving...maybe just maybe I am a little tired!"

Gosh, I think that I feel better now. Thanks!
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Come on....relieve some stress! Slap 'em, smack 'em, whack 'em, slam 'em. Give them all you've got!

Waitress/Waiter Dammit Doll
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Customers can be so demanding, rude and impatient. Didn't leave a tip after 100 trips to their table? Blame the cook's mistakes on you? Don't want to wait their turn? Keep this doll in your apron when it all becomes too much!

Poem inside tag reads as follows:

I am a waitress (waiter)
I am here to serve
I do my very best
But it gets on my nerves
Can I have some ketchup
I need mustard too
My cup is empty
I need some of that too
Your order you say
Is not made right
Blame the cook
For this oversight
Oh, my word
I am so tense
Thanks for the tip
Not dollars, just cents
My feet are sore
My back, it hurts
I am so tired
Of you ungrateful jerks
So, I'll take my doll
And choke it in private
While I smile at you
I'll just have to hide it!
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