So I'm off tonight!
“Is that really what you think you fucking yuppie?” Asked hippie waitress.
“Just how am I a yuppie?” I asked.
Being called a yuppie is as bad as it gets in this business, its get back time, and I’m the best there is.
“Well you’re rich.” She replied.
“How so, I work in a fucking restaurant as a waiter.” Said I.
“Well you go to college, your parents have a lot of money.” Hippie girl said.
“I pay for tuition with the money I make here, my parents are middle class, so how does that make me a yuppie?” I asked.
“Well my parents have a lot of money.” She said smugly.
I looked her up and down, ratty hair, shitty work ethic and patchouli smell.
“Well you must be a big disappointment to them then.” I said sharply.
Her jaw dropped, lip quivered and eyes watered..
“I told you, don’t fuck with me.” I said as I walked out of the kitchen.
If you can’t take a hit, don’t talk trash.
On a brighter note I managed to avoid a Valentine’s night shift. If I score Mother’s Day and
Easter off it marks my goal of avoiding all amateur hour holidays this year.
So happy day for me, made a hippy cry and avoided a night of guaranteed douchebaggery.