Need I Say "Stop bein a bitch brah!"

About 2 weeks ago I started my new job as a hostess at a quaint little family run resturant called Egg'lectic Cafe. It was the week of the full moon, and as we all know, full moons lead to loons... yes, that's right I said it. Its when the freaks come out not only at night, but also in broad daylight and you sit there wondering... "how the hell can the sun not be burning you?"


Now, weekdays tend to be slow, so as usual I was making my texting rounds and finding a buddy to talk to. But, in walks an old man donning big "diamond" stud earrings, an Ed Hardy T-Shirt, flip-flops... and gold nailpolish on his toes. Yes, this creaky old 85-ish year old man was sporting the gold nailpolish. Although he seemed rather chill, we could not hope to control the roaring waves of laughter that was pushing its way past out lips.


But that wasn't the worst thing. An fat British or Aussie guy comes into the resturant, and in the course of two minutes, he bitches me out at least five times! He was complaining about how his ham wasn't in his eggs and he was charged extra for it being put on the side and how hes never coming back to our resturant. Well tough shit cookie, we don't want you to come back.


As the day progresses, nearly each customer had something to complain about whether it be the draft from the doorway, being able to smell the bathroom cleaners from the completely opposite side of the resturant and how the chocolate milk wasn't quite up to par.


At this point, the owner, Ana, decided that she was fed up with peoples complaints and left me out front to deal with the pissy people of the world while she goes into the back office to play her scratch off lottery tickets (which she hasn't one anything more than $5... oh such skill).


Finally it was time for me to clock out at the exact time this huge black guy who eats 3 meals in about 15 minutes comes up to the front desk to pay. So he's stands there giving me a hard time. Now, simply since we're both black I actually had the nerve to tell him "Stop bein a bitch brah! It's time for me to clock out, and time for you to step out." And, with the sweetest smile I could muster, "Have a great day!"