Waiter - Blog Posts
My favourite part about working in hospitality is having to inform people that yes if it's in the title, it's in the meal.
Customer: does the tomato bruschetta have tomato in it?????
Me: 😀 no it doesnt- OF COURSE IT HAS FUCKING TOMATO IN IT. 🤗🥳🧍♂️🐬🌈
I finished it! My Godot obsession has prevailed :)) His suit as Diego looks really similar so I tried changing up the outfit as much as I could to fit the theme. Enjoy yall 😘😘
This is PURE PLEASURE for my eyes!!
I really LOVE Mentaiko/itto ‘s drawings & art. It is so FABOLOUS!
I would like to visit that bar... One of the things I would do is to put the tip between their butt asdfghjkl
Ahh ~ I forgot! I also would have a little accident (slipping) in order to see all his masculine essence
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Our waiter said...
to me and my fiancé, who is blind in one eye, and partially blind in the other eye, as he saw me leading my man to the table. My man was holding onto my elbow, which FYI, is a good way to lead blind people because then they can feel every movement you make a couple seconds before they have to make the same movement, ie, steps.
Waiter: Oh, it's so nice of you to lead him. You're a good person. Me: This is my fiancé. Waiter: Oh, I thought you were helping him. Me: I am, because he can't see that well. (I look over at my man, and he has this smile on his face, as if to say, "this guy,") Waiter: I guess you only need one menu then. Me: Yep, one menu would be great, but he already knows what he wants, like usual. (My man is a creature of habit) Waiter: Where are you from? Me: I'm from Columbus, Ohio. Waiter: No, where are you really from? Me: Well, I was born in New York Waiter: No, no, where are you really from? Are you American? Me: (sigh) I'm Chinese American Waiter: So you're from China. Me: (I look over at my man, and he's trying so hard not to laugh) No, but my parents are. (Before our waiter can ask) Yes, I speak Chinese. Waiter: Good, good, enjoy your dinner. My man: Well, that was awkward Me: the most awful 3 minute conversation ever. ~~~~~
I know that some people don't know better, but from the way that the waiter was speaking was like he couldn't believe my man wasn't retarded and eating from a straw the way he looked at him with pity. Please, though my man may be legally blind, he is so much more aware than me. He protects me, he makes me walk away from traffic, so if a car comes barreling over, it'll hit him before it hits me. He helps teach a woman's self defense class at OSU.
He allows women to pepper spray, punch, and kick him, and doesn't mind when the women giggle as he writhes in pain. He'd rather he get hurt than them. He also carries a gun on him, wherever the law allows him. He teaches Conceal and Carry classes.
He's very skilled at shooting, and that's where he met many of his friends. They are extremely loyal and great towards him. They trust him, and vice versa. Yes, he is legally blind, but he also has sight. It's all very confusing, and it's a story for another time.
It just really bothers me when people take one look at him, and that look of fear or pity show up. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Eventually I will, but not now.
You ever be so obsessed with its so debilitating? And like the only way you live your life is by obsessing over that one peice of media??? But like also if you don't get that content you *will* die???
Waiter: How are you guys doing tonight! What can I get you started with?”
Me: Mental health, financial stability, no more student loans, a healthy relationship with my parents, and life advice.
Waiter:
Me: I’ll have a water please
The moment when you're reading the drinks menu and the waiter's coming right at your table and you skip half of ingredients of the drinks and you get all stressed and have to read that shit again and you look up and he is still walking towards you and you stare at the fucking menu like "go away, i'm not ready yet" and you still haven't chosen anything and then he/she stands before you, stares you directly into the eyes and you say the first thing that's on your mind, the waiter smiles at you and says "coming right up" and you're sitting there like "I didn't even want that drink"