Sarcasm Saturday Week 8

This week was quite a tail spin, if I may say so. I got new exciting news at the paper I intern for, but I am still working at the exciting restaurant. We can't leave that just yet.

I have to say that last night was brutal. The dinner crowd was not even barging through the doors, but the ones that did come in had some mean in their jeans!

And literally, the jeans.

I had the pleasure of viewing more than anyone bargained for while eating at the restaurant, or in my case serving. It's a good thing I am not allowed to eat during my shift because I would have puked all over the dining room.

Aside form the tight denim and G-string action, the guests I had must have had a goal to tip under 10 percent and also make me feel like an ant. Speaking of ants, a fellow crew mate told me that I look like an ant when I carry gi-normous trays. I'm laughing on the inside.

At least I have survived one more week of waitress woes, although I wish it were my last.

Remember, it's OK to buy jeans in your actual size and regular underwear when you buy them two-sizes-too-small.

More fine things to come...

- Farah