If there’s a competition for the worst waiter of the year, you’re a great candidate. We asked for beer, and it never arrived. We asked for salsa, and you added $3.25 to the bill. We ordered fajitas, and you forgot to bring tortillas. And I ordered a beer, which you also forgot to bring. “Uhh, sorry, dude,” you said. “Maybe next time, yeah?” Don’t worry–we’ll make sure our next visit happens when you’re not working.
Illustration by Ron Pitts