The *Angriest* Pharmacist You want your prescription filled when? Eat shit…

Mind Your Own Business

The Angriest Fiance and I visited a local eatery tonight. Not a high priced place like PF Chang's, but we certainly weren't at McDonald's. Quite frankly, I think the place is into witchcraft. I saw their delicacy of choice in a large tank of dihydrogen monoxide when I entered, and they were brownish black. Yet, when they served me a dead one to eat, it was obviously bright red. Either they are wikken-kind or someone has some talent with the paint brush in the kitchen.

All kidding aside, it was 9pm. It was an odd assortment of customers. We sat across from a black man and woman. It was her birthday. Our waiter was amazing. He was polite, quick, and always around when he needed to be. Anyway, it was the lady's birthday - she was rewarded with a free daiquiri for her achievements.

As our wonderful waiter was serving us our salads and asking us if we needed anything else, our neighbor across the aisle decided that he needed my waiter's attention more than I did. I guess he didn't notice the fact that I had a male waiter, while his server was most definitely a female. Nonetheless, he let out a resounding, "Excuse me!" while a salad was being placed before me. In pure Angriest-Pharmacist fashion, the waiter ignored the man like he was a fart in the wind. After we were tended to, the waiter's response was perfect. He acknowledged the man (barely), told him to wait just a second as he returned the "serving table" to the back, and walked away. He never returned -- however their waitress came by a few moments later. I found this absolutely hilarious.

Finally, they brought out our main course. I proceeded to chow down on my feast before me. As most may know, there is some splatter involved with food that lives in water. You break a hard shell to get to the sweet, succulent, heroin-like substance within. I'm also a very, very, very messy eater. I got a little on me...and my date. She was not as amused as I was.

Our neighbors thought my entire meal was quite funny. They giggled and laughed. Hell, I think they pointed. It was pretty fucking irritating. I'm not sure why someone would spend more time watching someone else eat than staring at their own food and their own wife's tits. I hope they enjoyed my dinner - I did.

Moral: Keep your eyes on your own fucking plate.
Tip on $50 check? $15 for service. $5 for ignoring rude ass people.