Tip Me


The Bitchy Waiter is needing some tips. I wonder how much money one of those people makes who has the cardboard sign and sits by the subway. Their sign always says “stranded in New York, baby on the way” or “lost everything in fire, please help” or “need money to buy beer.” If I lived in a regular city maybe I could invest in a squeegee and wash the windshields of cars stopped at lights. Or have a garage sale, maybe. But I don’t live in a regular city. I live in (supposebly) the greatest city in the world. A city where dreams come true and fortunes are made. The Big Apple. New York City! It’s also a city that has about umpteen million restaurants that are all completely staffed and won’t hire me. For the life of me, I can’t understand why I can’t find a decent waiting job. Maybe I should take my www.thebitchywaiter.com off of my resume, I dunno. Nah, that can’t be it. It must be because they already have a bevy of servers with attitudes just as fine as mine and cannot afford to take on one more. Surely, that’s it.

Eventually something will come along that doesn’t involve overnight travel or four interviews or giving massages to the owner’s wife’s bunion covered feet. In the meantime, help a brother out…

Just click it…

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