Waitressing Rant

So as many people know, I am a waitress at a local restaurant. Tonight I had a woman come in and knew as soon as I saw her that she was going to be a Pain In the Ass [PIA].  Every single time that I have waited on her in the past, which has always been on a Sunday or Monday evening, she has complained about at least one thing. Every.stinking.time. It pisses me off.  Why do you continue to come to a restaurant if all you ever do there is complain?  I knew as soon as I came over to her table and she said in her I'm better than you voice "Oh.  We didn't think we'd ever see a waitress..."  I automatically thought oh... I remember you, you smug PIA.  I know you're game. So when she asked me about a certain entree, I was honest, telling her its flaws and was happy to have her order something else that she claimed to have had before and to have enjoyed.  Then before I can even get her soup, she changes her order to the entree that I basically just told her not to get.  WTF!  Are you trying to irritate me?  So I bring out her entree and surprise surprise, she's not happy. Well no shit asshole. I knew you weren't going to be, you never are.  I didn't even offer to change her order or discount it, knowing that this is her game, I just kind of said "Oh, that's interesting..." and didn't argue with her when she said she should've gotten what she originally ordered. Duh! I knew that. She ate it anyway and took her leftovers home so it couldn't have been that bad.

My question is this:  Do you ever complain when out to a restaurant if you just don't like something you thought would be interesting to try? Is that not the point of trying new foods...to find out whether or not you like them?  Would you continue to go to the same restaurant on a fairly regular basis (twice a month at least) if you complained everytime you went there?  Do you think this woman knows that we argue over who has to wait on her because she's such a PIA?  What do you think?

Weekend

Our weekend in photos. Working on the house...tearing off siding and walls and finally putting in another new window. Hanging out with the pups. Admiring a beautiful camaro for sale, while Frank contemplates trading his house for it. It was a beautiful weekend.

Dear Kitty Cats

Dear Kitty Cats,

     Please stop bringing me dead mice....and leaving them on the stoop.  I know the economy is bad, and we don't have a lot of money however, we are not that bad off.  I am not yet starving.  We have plenty of perfectly acceptable food in the cupboards and the fridge.  Furthermore, even though it is currently cold outside, the dirty sidewalk is not an appropriate location for food storage.  I mean honestly, the dog pees there everyday!  And the dirt and gunk that gets tracked through there is unthinkable.  Also, I'm not even sure you like the taste of mice, seeing as how you very seldom eat them yourselves.  And then when you do, you immediately come into the house and barf their little organs all over my floors.  Or my table.  Or.my.BED. This does not make the prospect of consuming them seem good at all.  So, in summary, we are not poor enough to eat something that you left out in the dirt all night, especially if it is something that you yourselves seem to have such a hard time keeping down.  And also, if you continue to bring me these  so called "presents," I am going to insist that you marinate them properly and saute them in a little butter. 

Love,
Crystal

P.S.  The gifts I prefer are diamonds and pearls so if you could bring some of those home I would be much appreciative.  <3