  Sir, I think that you might need some more variety in your life besides the contents of this bread basket. So I have dirt under my nails and smell like lobster. Wave your hand at me one more time and I swear I'll chew it off seeing as I missed dinner this evening to serve you yours. Im in a room full of animals throwing french fries and I think I might scream. No sweet heart, Im not the one who has to clean up your mess. She says it as if it would matter if I were to be the one on my hands and knees picking up this crap. Sadly some other poor slob has that job besides myself. I don't know which is the greater evil. The girl is underage and still thinks she can be served alcohol. Crafty. If you won't let me see your ID I think you answered your own question.
Next time try looking me in the eye when you order your Coors Light, perhaps I will be fooled. Perhaps. He came in to yell per usual. An underage employee is drinking, the place is a mess and you have no manager so either hire one or stop bitching. You say you don't want to be botherd with anything so lets stick with that because I don't think you'll have a cook tomorrow due to your bad attitude.
If you want respect you have to give just a little in return. Two weeks notice is sounding really good tonight. For me the money is good tonight. Go home, lick my wounds and tomorrow is another day. Sometimes I wish the whole damn place would just blow up. Pasquale is somewhere with two three pound lobsters. What is the world coming to? 
