Dear Kat,
I am fairly certain you were a server for me a couple of times at UanU. So you had the unfortunate duty to attend to me when I was drunk. That being said I will start out by apologizing for what may have been a few “ugh” nights. I tend to tip well, so I hope whatever I did end up tipping you made up for my irritating behavior. After all isn’t that what tipping is for? You are basically paying for a kind of friendly interaction; “I will give you money if you behave as a friend would and walk up to the bar to get me some beers.”.
My mother was a waitress for something like 30 years, so I know what a waitress’s take home looks like. Needless to say there were some lean years due to the cheap-ass nature of some of the shit holes she worked in. By and large you guys get paid shit, and are expected to take it with a smile. When the cast of horrors come wandering in, you brace for impact; The Lonely Guy in the afternoon, The Bitchy Bachelorette Parties, The Guy Who Wants Your Number (or FB in my case =), not to mention the never ending stream of Chah-ches, Frat-boys, Ass-hats, and Bitchy Girlfriends that you must smile and be nice too just to get the couple of dollars they have left over. Fuck that noise, they should pay better.
In either case you and I were probably not ever meant to be friends but you were nice enough to allow it. If ever you are my server again I shall tip til it hurts for the effort.
Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,
Curt
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