In the spirit of the holidays, The Bitchy Waiter offers this poem to you. Please do enjoy it and happy fucking holidays. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, in the front …
Maybe it’s possible that I have a teeny tiny stripe of vindictiveness within my soul, but when a person’s credit card is declined I get some small bit of pleasure …
Why is it so freaking hard to find a decent towel to wipe down a table with? Is it that difficult to have towels around? Are towels so fucking valuable …