Stupid Moo at Denny's

Last night I went out with a group of friends and we decided to head to Denny's after the bar closed. We didn't get to the restaurant until it was going for 3 a.m. So, the six of us were sitting in our booth waiting for our food when a crotchloaf leaned over the top of the booth behind us and asked for our ketchup. One of my friends stole one from an empty table just to placate the kid and make him leave us alone. The sprog could not have been any more than 3 years old.

My friends and I tried to have a good conversation but it was drowned out by moo bitch screeching at her young loaf: "Don't go to sleeeep! You're the one who wanted to come heeeerree!"...and other stupid shit. We all got the fuck out of there when we were done eating.

Now, what in the blue fuck is a moo doing with her sprog at fucking Denny's, which last night was a mixture of drunks, surly looking bikers, and what looked like an informal meeting of the Bloods? My parents would have laughed at me when I was a child if I wanted to go to a restuarant at 3 a.m., and sent me back to bed. My ass didn't even go to late-night eateries until I was around 13 or 14.

LucyTrainWreck Wrote:
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> Now, what in the blue fuck is a moo doing with her
> sprog at fucking Denny's, which last night was a
> mixture of drunks, surly looking bikers, and what
> looked like an informal meeting of the Bloods? My
> parents would have laughed at me when I was a
> child if I wanted to go to a restuarant at 3 a.m.,
> and sent me back to bed. My ass didn't even go to
> late-night eateries until I was around 13 or 14.

Moo was looking for her next babydaddy.

Keep working more hours, CF people! Millions of breeders depend on us.

Moo is probably a regular at a local dive bar or two, and the establishments, in their worship of the almighty dollar, tolerate her hauling the kid along as a captive audience. She's probably taken him to Denny's more than once after the bars close, and it's probably the high point of his evening.

"Moo was looking for her next babydaddy."

No doubt. And no doubt there will be many more fetal-alcohol syndrome leeches clinging to the government teet.

"Don't fall asleep you're the one who want to come here."

Perhaps all of you are right that moo was at the bar and picked up 3 yr old from grandma's or baby daddy's house and then decided to grab a bite to eat, no doubt drunk driving with the little darling.

Here's why I don't have sprogs. I sleep like the dead, and am actually kind of scarey to wake up. If a 3 yr old entered my bedroom, shook me awake, and asked to go to Denny's at 3 am, they would be basing an episode of CSI on what I might do to him.

I waitressed at Denny's years ago. I quit after about a week. The white trash scumbags that go in there can't afford to tip. Many can't even pay all of their tab. I'm serious

I remember one guy scrounged nickels, dimes and pennies out of a plastic bag and dumped it on the table to pay the bill. Very classy, if I must say so myself.

I also remember a family that came in and asked me the price of every single item on the menu. The woman asked me what was the price difference between a large glass of orange juice and a small glass of orange juice. Guess they can't read, add or subtract. Very sad.

I waitressed at Denny's in high school and college. This was in a small Texas hick town. Talk about the job from hell. Casseyrod, I experienced the same things you did and more, including - religious nuts constantly trying to convert me to their cult church, stupid babybee mama coworkers, people refusing to pay for food even after eating everything on their plates, and white trash galore. Our "cook" couldn't read and would constantly screw up orders. Oh how I could go on..

Our manager's daughter, who also waitressed at Denny's, was pregnant and went into labor at work. The kicker - mom didn't know she was pregnant! The daughter had been hiding it for nine months. Yes, our manager was an idiot.

Thanks for understanding - it was just a nightmare working there! then they got mad at me when I quit without giving notice. I told them it was just too stressful.

I was having to deal with customers who couldn't read a menu, couldn't pay for their food and couldn't leave a tip.
I wondered why they bothered to dine out in the first place.

Also, there were a lot of baby mamas who worked there, and one of them asked me to drive her son home one day after work; she begged me to, actually. I felt sorry for her so I drove him home, but it was a long drive and she didn't even offer money for gas. Of course.

We also had a lot of elderly people who dined there, because it was near a retirement home. One day, an elderly man came in, ate most of his food, then stood up and screamed non-stop for an hour about how horrible the food was. If I had been the manager, I would have had him thrown out. But the manager did nothing and just expected me to placate him.

She probably left the kid in the car while went bar-hopping all night and this was their last stop on their way home.

I had the extreme pleasure of throwing out 2 gangbangers and their 1 year old at a midnight showing of "The Rock". They tried to buy tickets and when I refused they said "but it's his bbbiiirrrttthhhdayyyyy" and tried to sneak in through the lobby. The undercover officer escorted them out the way they came in.