Bitchy Waiter Facebook page gets a lot of them too. I love comments. I find them to be inspiring and it really makes me feel good to know that people are taking time out of their busy lives to tap out a few words about something I wrote. I read every single comment and if it was possible to respond to all of them, life would be grand. But there isn't time which is why we have the beauty of "A Comment on Comments." Here is a recent comment that deserves response:
Harry C. says: I can't stand your constant bitching. You need to get a fucking clue and be thankful for one fucking minute.
Harry obviously thought he was on another website called The Non-Bitchy Waiter because complaining is what I do. I went to college to major in Musical Theater with an emphasis on education and a minor in complaining. They didn't call me part of the Oh-Hi Lo-Hi School for Scandal Sophomore Rags for nothing. If Harry doesn't like complaining, he needs to take his hairy ass to a blog that is all about unicorns and rainbows frolicking in parks as they share cotton candy and whisper secrets in each other's ears. That is his kind of blog. This blog is about me bitching about the people who sit in my station and piss me off with their stupidity.
Like the lady who rolled her eyes at me last week when I told her we don't take American Express. Hey, lady, not my problem. I'm sorry you aren't gonna get your stupid ass frequent flier miles for your plate of tilapia but get over it. I don't make the decisions so put your eyeballs back in your head because they practically rolled right out the door.
Or like the man who told me "so far so good" when I asked him how his meal was but he said it in a way that implied that any minute he was going to find something that wasn't right and then ask to have a manager take it off his check.
Or maybe the mom who told me that her kid could drink out of a "big boy glass" and then five minutes later I am cleaning up milk because the kid is not a big boy. He's a kid and they spill shit so take the fucking cup that has a lid on it.
Yes, Harry, this is The Bitchy Waiter. I suggest you start your own blog and it can be about how there are so many websites that you don't like. You can complain about the Wal-Mart website being so lame because it only shows stuff from Wal-Mart. Or how shitty The Food Network website is for only talking about food. You suggest that I "be thankful for one fucking minute." Just last week I wrote a whole post about how grateful I was for seeing Linda Lavin in person. Did you not read that? That is called being "thankful for one fucking minute." Pull your head out of your ass, Harry and wise up. You don't like the blog? Move on.
The Bitchy Waiter
addendum: Two minutes after posting this, Harry replied, proving that no matter how much he claims to dislike this blog, he reads it a mere 120 seconds after it gets posted. And his comeback of "you need to move on" is almost as good as "I know you are but what am I." Thanks for reading, Harry!
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