Complaint After Complaint

Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I was going to a frat party. I thought that this was a nice establishment. It’s not like I didn’t order a meal, I ordered food as did everyone else in my party. So what’s the deal with the plastic cups? Sure it’s water, but you’ve got somebody back there that either is sixteen years old trying to make a couple of bucks or some surly thirty year old man trying to support kid that he accidentally made because the “pull-out technique” didn’t work and his “need” to smoke a pound of weed a day. Bring me a glass. Made of glass. Not plastic, you cheap bastards.

My burger was delicious, though.