You hit me. I have been waiting tables for a long time and don’t even like it when a customer touches me to get my attention when a simple “excuse me, miss” would do. But you hit me. Not just a tap, but a hit, and it hurt. I couldn’t tell you what a rat bastard I think you are because I unfortunately need my crappy job to pay for college. But you should be ashamed of yourself. You hit a girl. So if you were wondering why I never came back to your table even when your (probably battered) wife was shrieking to call me over, it’s because you are too rude to be served. Learn some manners before you go out in public again.