[varmint]

worked as a bartender for one horrible semester. the owner, tucker, kept one glass pre-spit in and ready at all times.

i don't care about waiters. i don't want to be their friends or anything. but i don't see a reason to make their jobs harder than they need to be. it's an instant third strike for the girl i'm with when she's pointlessly rude to the help. it shows bad manners on her part. and i'm rarely in the mood to eat some cooks phlegm.