My god! They're all Doritos!

I might kind of agree with you except you needlessly single out Lake Superior as somehow being the backwaters of anywhere, which betrays not only elitist fuckery but a preschool-level naïveté of geography.

Doug Deadmoon's story doesn't exactly fit with the others. The customers sound terrible, but the fault was absolutely with the restaurant, and when you work in customer service and you fuck up, you don't simply insist to the customers that your fuckup was "understandable," and put the onus on them to be forgiving.…

As a former debate kid, I kind of hate the burger server. I remember going on choir and debate trips when I was in middle and high school, and my parents never really gave me enough money to make it through the weekend, so I had to budget really carefully to make it through. Lots of math. Ruining the guy's meal may…

Sometimes I wonder if these stories are fake or overblown. Such at the person saying "Clean this table, chop chop!" Who says that?!? As much as I realize that waiters can get treated like crap, I also realize sometimes the waiters also treat people like crap. Some because they are having a bad day, some because they…

Was the Nebraska story supposed to be in next weeks "Servers who were jerks to kids for no real reason" post and got thrown in here by mistake?

To Carrie Halliwell: If young Master Bowtie Sweatervest was a high-school kid from "nowheresville," it's entirely possible that you misread him, and that he didn't know you could even have burgers cooked to order. I grew up in nowheresville myself, and I was never asked how I would like my burger done until I was 20…

Jason's story is golden.

"I need another Long Island. And make this one goooood. I couldn't taste any alcohol in the last one," she told her.

In regards to Carrie Halliwell's story, it seems to me that all her complaints about her customers were stuff she made up in her mind. HOW were the kids being snobbish? By giving you a look which you interpreted as looking down on you? As the story stated, they're from out of town, the world doesn't revolve around the…

Is that...a Dorito?

Y'all are so lucky you can read this at work! I have to sneak it. I copy all of the text (including some of the comments...don't worry I didn't forget about y'all *winky face*), and then paste it onto a Word document so it looks like I'm actually reading...work material.

I <3 Mr. Hicks.

You weren't?!? Weren't you regaled with stories about how it would make you blind? Especially during solar eclipses?

These look like excellent fucking nachos.

T'was the summer of 2006. I was a server at the Olive Garden. (Editor's Note: Thank you for actually calling the place by its name) Those were dark times.

The three people in life you never want to piss off:

I will never understand the mentality that you have the right to treat someone like shit just because you didn't get exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it. This is a lesson you learn at age two.

I will never ever ever understand people who abuse the people who deliver their food. Right after you are taught to tie your shoes and to not stare at the sun, you should be taught to treat the people who handle your food with the utmost courtesy. This is in your own best interests. Unless you like having your pizza…

Did I mention that Tuesdays were crazy? Crazy enough that our security were off-duty police officers in their uniforms.