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One day, myself and a group of friends were eating wings at Hooters. The waitress was a total bitch the entire time, barely acknowledging our existence and just being generally rude.
It was an "all you can eat wings" deal, and they have a rule that you can't take any home or share (which, fair enough, makes sense.) I had told the waitress the last time around that I wanted ONE more round of wings, and then I'd be done since I was getting full.
The next time around, she goes, "Do you want me to put in an order for another round of wings?" to which I reply, "Oh, no thank you, I'm barely making it through this round". She says, "Oh, well I already put the order in for you." I ask her if I can bring them home, and she says no. I tell her to cancel the order because it would just be wasted since I was getting full, as I had mentioned before. We argued back and forth about this a little bit, as I try to convince her to either let me take the wings home, or cancel the order. She eventually walks away.
The bitch comes back with another round of wings. She gets to the table and there is nowhere to put them. She sighs, annoyed, and starts complaining about it. I say, "That's why I TOLD you not to bring them!" She walks away, full-on attitude, at which point I yell angrily at her, "I swear to GOD I'm going to fuck your chest." To which my buddy replies, "There's a reason they call it 'Hooters' and not 'Service'."
Of course, laughter breaks out, and everyone decides it is time to leave.
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