Yes, that Chelsea Barraco. Whatever that means.
Writers, angsty twenty-somethings, bored folks at work, CEOs, soccer moms, stay-at-home dads, local celebrities, local nobodies, artists, no-talent assclowns, readers, homebodies, busybodies, bleeding heart liberals, open minded conservatives, musicians, bartenders, friends, neighbors, strangers, hard-workers, chicks, dudes, trannies, foodies, winos, punks, scrubs, and many more are welcome here.
This one’s for you guy who stays well past close.
for the girl who sends a salad back because the dressing isn’t on the side
the guy who asks if I “know how” to make a Long Island Iced Tea, (and a grown man who actually orders one)
for the assclown who orders a dry, dirty martini with extra olives before a sold out ROCK concert in a crowd of 400.
for the people who are just looking for a discount
and to everyone who has never worked a service job- you do not know how big an asshole you are. You people have no idea how many of us resist the urge to spit in your food, overcharge you for your drinks, and treat you the way you treat us. Consider these things the next time you shit on the person doing a job you’ve never done, none of us are stopping by your work to tell you how to do your job.
“Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don’t have time for all that.”
~ George Carlin
