I work 3 nights a week as a bartender. I hate ignorant SOBs who don't realize I'm there to make a living, not put up with their bullshit for fun on weekends. I also hate bitches who are so picky and then get their drinks for free on ladies' night. Can you really not afford to leave me a dollar after I waited on you and didn't comment on how you'll never amount to anything other than a bloated cow? Tip.
Confession posted on 02/07/2001