A Timeless Message

Good on ya girl.

The first two jobs I ever had were in food service.
I started out washing dishes.
That didn't last too long.
The second job, of all things, was me being a Short Order cook at a medium sized restaurant that specialized in breakfasts at the tender age of 19.

I worked my ass off.

There were two waitresses and I kept them both running.
Not only did we do breakfast, I did lunches and dinners too.
Made french fries one fucking potato at a time in a little press cutter hanging on the wall, made hash browns by the pound, broasted chicken, made oyster stew and all kinds of shit.

To this day I can remember just how much fun it was to brick that hot motherfucking grill every day.

That place is still open down in North Bend Oregon, it's right across the street from where the huge chip pile was at the now closed Weyerhaeuser lumber mill my Grandfather worked at for 25 years.They tore down most of the mill that was literally a mile long years ago and now there is an Indian Casino there.
I stopped in there for breakfast a while back when I had to go down there for my Grandmothers funeral.
They still make a killer breakfast.


Since I have experienced the amount of work, stress and asshole customers these people have to deal with every fucking day, I ALWAYS tip well.
My wife tries to argue about it every time we eat out and every time I ignore her and tip well anyway.

I would have to receive extremely bad service before I wouldn't leave a tip and to be honest, if it was that bad I would be saying something right to the servers face first.

So good on ya Ashley, even if this was from years ago, someone raised that girl right and her date was a fucking jerk.