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@alysssahanks
Do you even realise where the fuck you are? This is an independent business in a tiny pointless town. We’re not here washing dresses for the fuckin’ Oscars. If this is the biggest problem you have in your life then I feel sorry for you.
No matter local or corporate, a company should never limit itself due to its origins. Just because y’all are small doesn’t mean you should think small.
Oh Lord. How many times does that take for her to figure out that they’re calling out B4?
My guess is maybe eight times. I think the elderly in this town have lost it. Then again 99.9% of this town has lost it bust especially the elderly.
No. We’ll take responsibility when it’s a fault with a machine and not the misplacement of dye which was probably caused by something you might have put in. For example if there’s a loose part of metal and it rips the clothing but this is different. If you hate the machines so much then try washing them down at the creek. Then you can blame nature.
This place is unprofessional and does not take responsibility. No wonder you got a job here.
Something terrible happened today. My grandma wanted me to help her reorganize the kitchen so I lied and said I couldn’t because I was going to play bingo at the church and now I don’t know what to do because if I don’t show up, she’d know and I hate bingo.
I can go with you. We have make fun of Gertie not being able to hear B4 correctly and she goes “before what?”
We can’t reimburse you. I’m sorry but this wasn’t damage caused by our machines…
Oh my god that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. So when are you help responsible when the fucking place explodes? A single fry is cold at Up In Smoke and I have to bring out an entire fucking new meal and that’s just for temporary goods. This is a shirt. A shirt. Something should be able to last me but your fucking stone age machines can’t handle a small mix-up? Tell your manager this is 20-fucking-16, get better washing machines.
“Here’s a tip– whenever you feel a lousy tipper coming, ruin their meal. Just incase, so you get ‘em before they ruin your day. Beat ‘em to it!”
Well I mean one time a few weeks ago I deliberately dropped a person’s burger on the floor in front of their face because I heard them participating in petty gossip. However, as of late I’ve kept those incidents out of work...when I can because I need the money.
Have you considered spitting in their meals? Wait.. you didn’t spit in my meal, right? Because I will leave a good tip. I mean some people have no decency or no common sense.
I’m a server not an animal. Then again much like a cheetah I examine my prey before I attack. I’ve served you before and you’ve left a decent tip, no spit in your meal. This time.
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Right, of course it isn’t. Sorry. I still can’t do anything though.
I’m sure there’s a way you can reimburse me for the top, isn’t there? Or have your cigarette smoke clouds damanged your brain cells to the point where you can't even remember store policies?
“Right, I forgot about that trait with you…good talker, bad listener.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when she made her joke; although something like that would normally make him laugh, it was just the context that bugged him. If the conversation didn’t appeal to the girl, she spinned it around to fit her own interests, and that was definitely one of the things he didn’t miss. “I don’t know, the burgers are pretty good, and they have hot waitresses, too. I mean, there’s also hot waitresses here, but sometimes I think they’re all scared to talk to me. Might get their house burnt down by their crazy co-worker or something like that.”
“Selective listener.” Alyssa corrected him before taking the order of the table adjacent to her ex. When her attention returned to Gavin he went on about something along the lines of hot waitresses. “Or maybe they just don’t like cheaters that’s all.”
Thanks, but I don’t need ‘fellow server’ tips. I don’t care, frankly. What friend could you possibly have in here?
Trust me when I say that you do. I’m just trying to help you, Cara. We’re all working class women here. Karina, obviously.
“Sadly. All the fucking time.”
Well since this happens all the ‘fucking time’ this isn’t my fucking fault.
“This is when I give you permission to end them. End ‘em with all your might and make me proud.”
Even without permission the next time someone leaves me a dry tip I’m going to blow up on them. I need to work at a place that better suits me. Up In Smoke is way too old fashioned and attracts horrible tippers.
“If you think the fact you managed to turn your nice white shirt pink in the washing machine is my problem then you are grossly misinformed.”
I don’t know -- has this incident happened before?
“Alright, I’ll do anything if you don’t tell my parents where I’m at.” Hunter pleaded. “Wow– sounds like I’m back in high school again.” He let out a long groan and ordered a beer.
“Better keep your tab open then because I’ll take a few drink as bribery.” Alyssa sat next to Hunter as she ordered a sweet yet effective drink. “What’s it to you if any Ganos know about your whereabouts?”
I’m very sorry to hear that. Sometimes people don’t think about all the work other’s put into their jobs. Besides, I’m not sure how people think a pick up line is compensation.
Exactly! And I put a lot of work into this job and have no time trying to make these goons process that lame excuses of flattery does not pay any sort of bills.
“Well, I don’t have work, so I can just run the mechanic or something. Word of advice, maybe don’t drive into ditches to avoid squirrels,” he chuckled. “Did your crash cause you to not know how to open doors? Aren’t I being a gentleman by driving you to work?”
“I’m done sparing the life of these animals. Especially when the result involves this.” After hearing his response, she flung the door open herself while rolling her eyes. “Just thought you’d want to keep yourself on a roll, Nate. I’m at Up N Smoke.”
“Well Taylor would probably pay someone back for the damage she did, because she knows when to say sorry…and despite what many think, some people don’t change, no matter how long ago they might’ve done something,” he replied, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. He didn’t expect anything from her, knowing the girl was too stubborn and too proud to even consider apologizing. That’s just the way she presented herself, and whether that’s how she really was or not, the played the part well. “Ah, and you would never think about doing anything petty, right, Lys?” His eyes narrowed a bit, wondering why the girl had a random vendetta against any restaurant she didn’t work at. “And what’s so bad about Star Diner? Their milkshakes are the best…did someone there not return your phone call?”
“My apologies, you lost me for a second something much more amusing was going on in my head so I decided to space out and not listen to you go on about something that – yet again is completely irrelevant now.” Though she had completely heard every word, it was almost as if she didn’t since whenever someone spoke about a subject she was no longer interested in, she tuned it out easily. “I don’t do petty unless it’s Tom Petty’s Free Falling playing at a saloon.” she couldn’t help but laugh at her own joke this time. “You’re right, Star Diner has the best shakes. And that’s about it.”
