“Where’s your cheap meal menu?”

That was the first thing out of the old “Hovaround” man’s mouth Friday night.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, what’s cheap here?” Nothing you old bat.

“Burgers and appetizers are gonna be the cheapest, sir.” I replied, barely able to hide the malice in my voice.

“Well how much is that gonna be? We don’t understand your menu.” How the fuck can you not, the food is clearly labled, and there are prices right next to each menu item.

“I don’t know sir, the prices are in the menu.” Fuckhead

“But we don’t understand yalls menu. Don’t yall got some tater salad or college cheese?” No you fuckwit, it’s not fuckin cracker barrel

“No, sir, it isn’t cracker barrel”

“Well how much is a salad?”

“what kind of salad sir?”

“a chickin salad”

“8 dollars.”

“That’s too fuckin much”

“Then don’t eat” I ended up getting the old codger a house salad, his friend a house salad, and tripping over the thirty cords he had plugged innto the floor reaching the 8 foot to his table, including his phone charger, his hovaround charger, his ham radio, and god knows what else.

Then we have the fucker who thought that being rude to me would get him more beer. All it got him was cut off. Let that be a lesson.

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