tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post2526590062613192268..comments2024-03-28T08:25:27.638-04:00Comments on the bitchy waiter: When You Wish Upon a StarThe Bitchy Waiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04416218015992830876noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-35547809983317481752011-01-20T01:30:52.769-05:002011-01-20T01:30:52.769-05:00My goodness Dance...dance, you could've seriou...My goodness Dance...dance, you could've seriously narrowed your story down to two paragraphs. Your entire life story was irrelevantAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-16964854574378281302010-02-26T03:39:27.301-05:002010-02-26T03:39:27.301-05:00You know, back in the early 90's my fiance dec...You know, back in the early 90's my fiance decided that she was pregnant with someone else's baby.<br />So then I had to leave our apartment, the place that we worked at together and school.<br />I got to keep the credit card balances.<br /><br />I ended up living in a cockroach infested basement suite downtown and working in a horrible sub suburban hotel that catered to the cheapest and most base desires of the locals. <br />Working any shift I could get.<br />Lucky to get thirty five hours a week.<br /><br />I'd catch a bus from my downtown shit hole to this shit hole hotel for the late night bussing shift.<br />Ten pm until two am.<br />To make things easier I would buy beer and hide it in the dumpster until my shift was over.<br /><br />One of the guys who always worked that shift was a little oriental guy who had questionable English.<br />But not too questionable.<br />He knew what he was doing.<br /><br />We used to have to carry trays of glasses out to the bartenders through the crowd.<br />He would say, 'Excuse me, Fuck you very much.'Dance...dance to the radiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16688681743093469863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-55856722437896724292010-02-17T15:34:06.674-05:002010-02-17T15:34:06.674-05:00Love your blg!Love your blg!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-88354082002817716252010-02-17T14:07:52.658-05:002010-02-17T14:07:52.658-05:00It think the funniest part of this post is that yo...It think the funniest part of this post is that you continue to keep it classy by saying "pardon me." If you worked with me I would probably die laughing every single time. Not sure why this is so hysterical to me but it is.Waitinghttp://www.waitinginvegas.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-23063437972203232792010-02-17T01:47:13.197-05:002010-02-17T01:47:13.197-05:00No. Wait. I swear I was born in 1983. I am youn...No. Wait. I swear I was born in 1983. I am young. I am young.The Bitchy Waiterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04416218015992830876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706867684354336699.post-2624105375751814762010-02-16T20:12:18.205-05:002010-02-16T20:12:18.205-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Adellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09055844819374457814noreply@blogger.com