Mostly because I need something cheap, hearty and delicious.
Being poor has drawbacks, good food aint one of them.
I love how the majority of my friends, family and coworkers only have a glimpse of my troubled youth and assume it was mostly normal.
Lol yeah right.
I am finally over my cold, at long last.
Through the power of whiskey, lemons and various natural remedies I have broken free like a Phoenix.
I have waited tables. I’ve worked in bars. You know who tips well? The working poor, the lower middle class, and people who work or have worked in service industries. You know who tips shitty or not at all? Rich people, upper middle class people, and privileged fuckers who use their “moral opposition” to tipping to be cheap assholes.
Today was hell, 15 tables in the entire restaurant and the whole set was me. Not only that, but there was a 10 table wait, so I was running around in the weeds for two hours, alone. I cut my hand on a mustard cap, busted my knee on the cooler and burned myself with hot grease while trying to get some soup for a table. The only redeeming feature of today was the $154 I walked out with. Had a table leave me his number, then give me a $4 on an $60 dollar order. Fuck you guy, and the horse you rode in on. Today just sucked and I want to guzzle my jameson and nap forever. Fuckers