Applebees.
I go to Applebees today, and first, I walk in with my grandfolks, and the girl goes "Just 1?" Uh, no retard, I just came in with these people. Second, our waitress comes over and asks what we want to drink, and doesnt have a pen to write down our order with. I dont look up from my menu. Some comes back 10 frigging minutes later with our drinks. We order. I again dont look up. I try not to make eye contact with waiters and waitresses. She comes back by, a half an hour later, and actually tried to SNEAK past our table, untill I asked where our food was. She goes away to check and ANOTHER waitress comes by with our food, and the girl again tries to SNEAK past our table. I cought her, and she came over, and I almost spit buffalo wings on her. She had rods through her ears, her nose was pierced, and she had an eyebrow jobbie. It looks like she fell face first into a tackle box. Now, I'm not feeling well. I eat a little more, and I have to go to the bathroom.
The handycapped stall is trashed, so I go into the normal can. I drop trousers, and procede to lower myself down to the throne, only to panic, because the throne is nowhere near me, and I'm headed to the floor, so I shoot my hands to catch the wall, and my fingernails slip, and I litteraly pulled plastic off of the wall in an attempt to save my own ass, and slammed down into the throne seat, 10" from the ground. There should be warning signs. My finger nails still hurt.
Bastards.
Kevin
