ihavebeenfloated

Greg just left. Now I’m back to being all alone with my thoughts, (what few I have), and with all this stuff I should do, (but it’s really nothing).

Greg and I went and saw Blade Trinity as he didn’t want to see Sideways because he’s a close minded wanker. Even though Blade Trinity is technically a shitty movie, it’s so entertaining. I can’t get over Parker Posey, mm, mm, mm. This time I wept when she finally dusted. (OMG SPOILERS!)

We had dinner at the Olive Garden. The waitress was kind of shitty, I don’t know. Greg said she seemed kind of stuck up, or something. For some reason I was feeling really dickish and sort of upset with her, we were joking about her dwindling tip the entire time. Finally, we finished, and I said, “OK, the final test is to see if she actually puts my food into the box for me, or if she just sets it down and walks away,” sort of not meaning it. Of course, she walked over and just sat the box down and walked away. I said, “Well, that’s it, no tip then.”

The bill was about $36, so I put down $40. She picked it up, glanced inside, “Are you going to need change?” This annoyed me greatly, I thought it was totally out of line for her to just assume the change would be her tip. “Yes,” I said as tersely as possible, Greg just looked at me. She brought back the four dollars and some change and I took the dollars and the quarter and I left her three pennies.

This was the first time Greg or I had not left a tip. It felt good. I don’t think she deserved a tip. Over all she probably hit our table three times. She didn’t even bring us our food. Greg only got one refill, I never got one even though at one point I could have used one. Also I thought her posture was poor. Haha, I’m such a dick.

It felt good, though. There’s no excuse for that, if you want tips, you have to do more then just the bare minimum necessary. She didn’t even really have more than three tables including us. What a twat. I’ll stick to the waitresses in my local Chula Vista Olive Garden, even the bad ones there are better than this chick was.

Now… what to do with the rest of my day…