Dear Patron,
Would you like something to drink? Here let me prop your feet up for you. A snack? Sure! How about I wipe your a** for you to while I’m at it. I know that sounds rude but today I was doing my job and discussing something with my manager. Instead of calling my name or simply saying excuse me, you remain sitting at the farthest table in the room with your group and whistle at me to get you another beer. Do you not see that I’m busy? Do you not think that it is rude to whistle at me, especially when I’m talking with my superior. You’re acting like construction men trying to get a pretty lady’s attention.
Eugh…men….
The Waitress
Letters from a waitress 