OMG, I am not this person. I, apparently can't put sentences together today and convey the meaning I intend. I like good food, I'm a normal person who feels more comfortable tucked away in corners. Introverted and slight agoraphobia. What would you call it? I call it a preference for seating that I'm getting a lot of…

husband has disability, no one seems to think my anxiety at being on display in the center of the room is valid, so forget that. My whole point here is that sometimes I feel there is too much rigidity in restaurants which leads to unhappy patrons and servers. If the rules were sort of made to be broken like in some…

During a dry spell, I had a drunken sprawl with the friend of a friend. It was disjointed and bad. He couldn't perform, we basically just gave up. I knew it was just for that night even if it had been phenomenal. Then he called. And called. And called. (This was before texting, shut up, I'm old) Sad, pathetic calls…

I would never have suspected that those dolls had normal standard size doll heads and are just painted freakishly. The bratz look makes the whole head appear misshapen. Kind of like Zoe Deschanel.

never mind the people wanting to eat their own food, I get I was wrong, I am just so laissez faire with other people it made sense in my feeble brain. But there are plenty of people saying here that everything is on the menu that way for a reason and any substitutions are a huge pain in their asses. I dunno any more.…

I've heard tell of people who tip on discounted amounts, I can't imagine. What sort of logic is that? Assholery. Yay, someone else with special needs and limited funds who appreciates (and pays well) nice servers who relate and are cool with helping us out.

thank, you, I wish I could have just said it that way. I definitely should have said at the beginning that servers have to deal with a lot of the worst of humanity I wouldn't want to, so I appreciate the hell out of the good ones.

look, I have these discussions with servers all the time (who probably hate me) if there is no tub of rice you can go to to get a scoop, for dog's sake don't waste food for me, that's the last thing I want. Just talk to me. Can I get that side, or is it just all involved? Not everything is tied up with everything…

I misspoke , didn't mean to get everyone all mad n shit.

oh god, thank you, I'm feeling like a complete loser right now and like every suspicion I had about the wait staff thinking I'm a total douche are totally true. I don't want to eat where people think I'm scum, and I don't want random internet people to think I'm scum, and I completely shouldn't have put myself in the…

stop assuming I want you to make me a goat soufflé. I really have simple requests (admit it, putting some rice on a plate for me is a simple request!) and you don't like it and can't hide that curl of the lip because of all the other requests people ask that are more demanding and more difficult.

look, if rice comes with the chicken, and I want it with the salmon, and it isn't on the list of sides, why is unreasonable to scoop some rice on my plate or a side plate? Jeez, I'm such a fucking asshole to even ask!

exactly. I know that's verboten, I just sometimes want to combine things, or other substitutions. I know you don't trust I am reasonable because people like me never are, but just asking for an open mind once in a while, but I guess the unreasonable diners have made it impossible to ask for reasonable requests without…

Just forget about me, what about people in wheelchairs, people with ALS, or pick a disability. They should all never be allowed to eat in restaurants? Put a sign on the door that says "only for the rich and perfect" ugh, why did I think being honest about how badly mean servers make me feel would be wise? Stoopid…

once in a while they will have high tables with stools at a bistro, or an unusual chair that just cuts into his back in a way that he knows will make him uncomfortable all evening, it doesn't matter, you don't want to accommodate us, no matter how nicely we ask, you think we should stay home, but we will keep going…

I know a lot of you come here to vent, so I'll leave out alone, but humans being humans, there are as many nasty servers out there as nasty customers, and I'll just leave it at that.

I think I should be allowed to eat out if I can wait patiently at non-peak times for a booth and tip extra. The fact that you don't think (slightly)mentally challenged people should eat out also proves my point.

I know, I know, I sound like every jerk who screams at you that they are not a bitch, dammit! But I swear I have a huge mirror I check my attitude in daily, and don't assume anything about people (I always tip at least 20%, double if there are special requests) I swear I'm nice and only ask you don't have vitriol for…

oh, trust me, I know enough not to ask to change the integrity of the entree. I've known enough chefs. My point is, even though I only order special things that are not extra work because I have some idea of what is or I ask if it is, still I am treated like the haughty pampered princess I so am not. The seating…

Restaurants are like high school to me. I'm never dressed well enough, and the people there seem to dislike me as soon as I walk in. I am never so insecure as when eating out. I know you all see a portrait of a deluded bitch when you read this, but I am the meekest person and ask so quietly and with apologies because…