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Last night the better half and I went to Outback Steakhouse; I was there for the first time. Meh. Actually, this year Mrs. kkk and I have been eating better so I just had some grilled chicken dish. It’s food. I eat it. The end. Actually, this was the second time this month we ate out. The first time was when went to the pseudo-Blue Collar comedy concert and had dinner at the Spaghetti Warehouse. Of course, I actually had a small dish of Ravioli instead of some 5,000-calorie dish. Other than these two instances, I can’t remember the last time we ate out, so I guess that’s good.

But why am I writing about this? Because this white trash family across from us were bitching abut their food. Now whenever this sort of thing transpires, I try to listen in for my own amusement. Problem was the place was packed and couldn’t make out what exactly happened. But once again it got me the thinking if the welfare trash that throw an absolute fit at a restaurant because the steak is too over/under-cooked have the same demanding culinary tastes at home. Like when the hotdog explodes in the microwave or when the chicken pot pie is freezing in one section and boiling in another, do they beat their kids because there isn’t a waitress to harass?

The boyfriend/husband wore sunglasses the entire time, and they took the rest of the food home with them. Guess the grub couldn’t have been THAT bad. And of course they left a huge mess at their table and didn’t leave a tip. You know, if I ever owned a restaurant I’d make it so that I approve who gets to be serviced. I see you and know you’ll be throwing a shit fit because there wouldn’t be enough ice cubes in your beverage glass — keep on walking.

Written by kkktookmybabyaway

April 30, 2011 at 9:58 pm

Posted in Life

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