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the end is near - October 14, 2004 � � |
10 cent tip
May 26, 2003 - 9:49 pm i will start off this diary entry by letting you know of a certain "restaurant" in burlington (ontario, not vermont) that gave my girl and i the worst service ever. it happened yesterday after varying degrees of fun at the rbg and ikea. yes the fun spectrum is long and weird. so ok, enough suspense, it was emma's. no on-going slagging here, just sunday. i have frequented emma's a lot during college. hell, many a class was spent there, but i hadn't been in about a year. it's a decent enough resataurant/bar. it looks like it should be a lodge up north but that's part of it's charm. what's not charming is the wait staff. consisting of dim-witted, underage blondes. clueless, would better describe them. lacking in any training in serving the public as well. how about just regular manners? well, there parents must have been out having a drink that day. scathing, am i? fuck yeah!! we came in around 4pm or as it was explained to us "shift change" well i don't fuckin' care if it was during their diaper changing. get it together! and so we were seated. and we waited. and waited. etc. etc. yeah, so 10 mins. later another girl comes over tells us that we've been waiting awhile.(but she did half try, so that was worth the ten cents) and takes our order. another ten minutes after that,(no drinks, not even water)she explains that there isn't any "moosehead". it's a beer up here in canadaland you pervert! and jeez my girl just ordered a freakin' water. so what's taking so long! are you scooping it out of the lake? i was embarrased. i'm glad i didn't take court here for our first date, it would have been a bad scene. so roadhouse or chicken shack or la costa(a fine restaurant up the street), if your service sucks, then a. your business will fail(eventually) and b. you won't get a tip. lesson hopefully learned. i was going to leave a fifty cent tip but my girl wisely prevented it from happening. thus whoever's table it was got a ten cent tip. and yes, at the end of it all, i don't know who's table it was. the moral here is that if you just hire eye candy as your wait staff(and dumb as a bag of hammers) your business will suck. but hey, we laughed at the end. and basically it's a public warning for the adventurous. but ikea was fun. rbg was muddy and fun. hell , the whole weekend was a blast. we went to the sars capital of north america on sat. and walked along yonge st. and also queen st. saw a lot of freaky coloured hair. and fashion for that matter. people screaming on the street. crowds living dangerously to see some has been rock band at either much or the edge. like seriously don't make me walk out on the street because your stupid little studio has 50 people crammed into it. who do i sue? and don't forget the beggars on the street that ask you for money. just friggin' blatenly too. wanna buy an invisble hamster? no, i don't. wanna get a job? and, oh, not just once , but twice in a different location. not only are you lazy, but clueless as well. you know, i used to be sympathetic to people on the street. but i've had some bad experiences with people and their lies asking me for my hard earned money. hey, i slave away 50 hours a week for my money, what the fuck do you do? (i did, 8 years ago, when i was accosted). so i stopped. occasionally i'll give out money to some. it is sad. but you can earn your money. you're just lazy. this world is fucking lazy. no pride. no work ethic. thank-you mom and dad! i had the worst time dealing with not having money and not working, why , just a few months ago. so i know. but i'd rather scrub floors for dinner if i had to than hold my hand out and look pathetic. and i had a most excellent weekend with my kitten. pardon my running off with my mouth there. we laughed. we ate. walked. talked. slept. watched tv. snuggled. and the rest is none of your damn business. today i bought a st. catherines newspaper. i have offically begun apt. hunting. |
