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The Dog Days of July 4th Weekend


This was a tweet I wrote before July 4th.  If you live in Los Angeles, it bares the truth as the only places to be at the time, are the places at the beach.  And since neither of the two restaurants I work at are far from the beach, they have been both extremely slow.
I even got cut from two of my shifts this past week.  One of them being on July 4th.  That should be fantastic news, but when a restaurant makes cuts for the night, they usually don't do it within a timely manner in which you would be able to catch up with the rest of the world to be able to participate in anything fun.  And by the time that cut had happened, the roads that lead to the beach were more backed up than the 405 freeway on a,... well... just more backed up than the 405 freeway.

That was just one of the establishments that I wait tables.  The other played the same game that has been going on every year.  The "where is everybody?" game.

"Why is it so slow here?" asked one man with white pants, wearing sandals with gross feet, while his wife looked around anxiously.

"It's July 4th weekend.  Most people tend to go towards the beach and not towards Hollywood," I replied.

"What side of town are we on?"

"Hollywood, sir."  How the hell do you not know where the hotel is located that you are staying at?  So I had to ask him.  "Did you not know the hotel you booked was in this location when you were making your travel arrangements?"

"Yes, but I just thought it might be different," he and his wife both answered.

Sorry, but the hotel doesn't change locations anymore.  It got to be too expensive.  UHG!... I'm better off not hanging out with hoards of these types of people.  HAPPY 4TH OF JULY WEEKEND 2013

Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.

"Bitter.  Party of 1?  Your table is ready."

The Bitter Bistro

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