Tipping

So, I live on tips, basically...my paycheck isn't worth picking up on payday, because I get HUGE taxes taken out based on what I sell...

I sell alot, usually.

I get to work yesterday, and my boss, not MM, let's call her "L"...

L: You know those guys playing pool?
Me: Yeah...
L: Well, they came up to me and asked how they could get served over by the pool tables.
Me: I know where this is going...
L: I totally backed you guys up, I told them that the bartender has probably the longest bar in the Fist City area, and if they want a drink, they could come to the bar and get it.

sidebar: I love her!

Me: Well, the thing is, they are totally rude, and one of them has the hots for me and I won't go out with him (all the while thinking to myself "I can't believe this idiot is so mad that he's trying to get me busted!)
L: I asked them who they were talking about, and they said you.
Me: Okay, cool...
L: I just wanted to tell you, so you know I totally back you on this...

First of all, thank you, L!! She's the bomb most of the time.

These fucks are fools if they think that getting me busted (which they didn't) is going to make me want to wait on them hand and foot!!! And sorry, idiots, but a TIP once in a great while wouldn't hurt...I'm not kidding, these cunts never fucking tip!!!!

So I come out of the office, and the one that "likes" me says, "Hey, how are you today?" all smarmy and shit.

I give him the hairy eyeball, throw a reserved sign on his table, and say "Pool league tonight"

They left shortly after that...

Take that, bitches!!!!!