I hope my real-life responses to the people this strip was based on weren’t as mean as Chuck’s. The truth is, though, I could go on forever with the categories discussion. Should we talk about the distance-order? That’s the guy who doesn’t want to come up to the counter and order, because he’s far too good for that — instead, he stands with one foot out the door, leaning in, ordering at a normal voice as if I can hear him, or even know that he’s there. Then there’s the baby orderer, who thinks it’s cute to come in at a dinner rush, and with about 48 people standing in line behind him, and let his 1-year-old try to order their own food themselves. The kid doesn’t even know how he got to this miserable grease-pit in the first place, nor will he remember in 3 days… don’t waste 15 minutes of my time by making me listen to the kid spit-up on himself, or then act surprised when I didn’t know that meant ‘hold the pickles.’

Whew… ok, I got that out of my system… that was a little harsh. Jokes aside, I think everyone should have to work in food service for atleast a year or three at some point in their lives… because if everyone dealt with the abuse that most servers take, maybe everyone would try to be a little bit nicer to each other…