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May 12, 2012

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I just hope she's not anyone's mom. Can you imagine that upbringing? She sounds like a "no wire hangers, ever!"

Its sad, and irritating, when people treat other people with that sense of entitlement, mingled with condesencion. I admit: I can have a short-fuse when it comes to aggressive salespeople, but you weren't trying to sell her anything. She entered a restaurant knowing she would be waited on. You were doing your job, and she insisted on making you feel like her time was more valuable than your own. "Fuck that" is right! You handled yourself with more patience than I probably would've! Thanks for letting us live vacariously via your story(ies).

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