So you've reached the pinnacle of celebrity. Congratulations! Let the parade begin. However, do the floats have to continue to go by every restaurant you walk into? Granted, having a celebrity in a restaurant does help bring in some business, but that doesn't mean you are on the restaurant's payroll and deserve to get free stuff.
I don't like to mention names of certain people who are "over-actors" or can't read cue cards... (that would be cruel,) BUT... everyone can learn from a certain individual who has Bob Barker's old gig. Have a low bill and tip well above it. "Come On Down!"
And by the way, those of you who are the newest contestants on whatever reality-show-contest you are on, the restaurants in Los Angeles aren't like the ones in your hometown of Tallahassee. Have respect and class. At least if not for yourself, but for the show you represent and for the people who work in the establishment you are annoying them at. And if the show you are on is a singing competition... save the singing for the competition! I get it. You can sing. But, Jesus/Mary/ and Joseph... Stop singing at your table! The server is trying to tell you the specials, not hear your accapela version of Paula Abdul's "Cold Hearted Snake."
Remember, Bartenders and Servers don't pay their rent with compliments.
Until next time,
Bitter? Party of one. Your table is ready.
I don't like to mention names of certain people who are "over-actors" or can't read cue cards... (that would be cruel,) BUT... everyone can learn from a certain individual who has Bob Barker's old gig. Have a low bill and tip well above it. "Come On Down!"
And by the way, those of you who are the newest contestants on whatever reality-show-contest you are on, the restaurants in Los Angeles aren't like the ones in your hometown of Tallahassee. Have respect and class. At least if not for yourself, but for the show you represent and for the people who work in the establishment you are annoying them at. And if the show you are on is a singing competition... save the singing for the competition! I get it. You can sing. But, Jesus/Mary/ and Joseph... Stop singing at your table! The server is trying to tell you the specials, not hear your accapela version of Paula Abdul's "Cold Hearted Snake."
Remember, Bartenders and Servers don't pay their rent with compliments.
Until next time,
Bitter? Party of one. Your table is ready.
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