The Bitchy Waiter

‘Twas the night before Christmas, in the front of the house The only creature still stirring was that sad dying mouse; The glue trap was placed by the reach-in with …

Well it’s almost that time when Santa Clause crams his fat ass down a chimney and hopes that someone forgot to shield their home with the Slomin’s shield. It’s the …

Dear Santa, How are you? I hope that you and Mrs. Claus are doing well. When we last spoke, you mentioned that you were having some gastritis. How’s that going? …

Anyone who works with the public and deals with customer service has probably heard a complaint about themselves at one time or another. It is a fact of life that …