Thursday, April 12, 2007

First Annual Pissing Day

I see that none of you paid attention to your science teachers back in the day. That is the logical conclusion, what with NOBODY trying to answer any of my Science Trivia yesterday. Thank the Gummi Mary I've learned not to invite any of you to play on our Trivia Team on Saturday night. Actually, we now have a full team. Plus one. We'll work it out. I have high hopes for this combination.

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is not in a good mood this evening. But she will not go into details, as it is work-related. Let it suffice to say that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom feels that an equal is taking advantage of her kind nature. Let's not forget that Karma is a b*tch, my dear colleague, who shall remain nameless. What goes around comes around. And don't ever, ever forget that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is Even Steven. Matters have a way of resolving, whether Mrs. Hillbilly Mom takes an active role, or just sits back to see what develops. The back-sitting is the preferred option for Mrs. HM.

The Large SUV has been acting up this week. It is hard to steer. The same could be said for the #1 son. HH thinks the LSUV's problem is the power steering belt, or some such thingy. Who knew cars had accessories like belts? I suppose next, it will be asking for new tires and a luggage rack to match the belt. I think it might just be my perpetually under-inflated tires. HH swears that he puts in air to match the instructions on the tires and the instructions on the door-edge-label-thingy on the LSUV. Funny thing that the other 4 LSUVs that teachers drive do not look like they have flat tires. I have been complaining to HH about this for 2 weeks now. He has given my LSUV a lick and a promise. Mainly, just a promise, because I can't imagine him licking anything other than his greasy fingers out in public when he eats chicken wings at a restaurant. And he makes those end-lick sucking noises, too. I HATE THAT SOUND!

Speaking of people pissing me off...I have been forewarned by my Hillbilly Mama that the 'new' Captain D's in a nearby town has some fishy business going on there. She went to lunch with one of her old lady friends, and they ordered, and sat down to wait. When their numbers were called, a 'dining room' (I use that term loosely for Captain D's eating area, which is just like one large square room) worker rushed the counter and grabbed their trays before they even had a chance. She brought the food to their table. My mom said, "You didn't even give us a chance to pick it up." And the girl said, "I figure if I'm nice to YOU, you'll be nice to ME." With that, she held out her hand and rubbed her thumb and fingers together. Even worse than the Grinch-smiling hotel worker in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. I believe his tip was a stick of gum. This dining room girl got NOTHIN'. My mom was offended that the girl dared ask for a tip. She and her crony said they didn't need anything on the 5 or 6 times that girl interrupted them. Then when she went to pester someone else, they got up to get sodas. They also left when she wasn't looking, being careful not to leave her one red cent.

I don't blame them. Why would you want to tip an annoying dining room worker? It's not like she's a waitress, and the employer can pay her $2.15 or something because she will reach minimum wage on tips. Kids these days. I don't mind tipping in a regular restaurant. Or tipping the Sonic girl if she has to haul your tray out to the LSUV. But I draw the line at fast food.

What's pissing you off today? Do tell.

3 comments:

Mommy Needs a Xanax said...

I wrote a post about what's pissing me off today.

Did the Captain D's girl literally do the finger-rubbing "be nice to ME" thing?? That's freakin' insane! Congrats to Hillbilly Grandma for not leaving anything! I'm surprised she didn't complain on the girl or smart off to her at the very least. I'm usually very patient with people in places like that because I worked so many of those crap jobs myself, but I would have had a hard time being polite if she followed such an asinine gesture up with repeatedly bugging me.

People in crap jobs think we should tip them just because their jobs suck. Have you ever been in a gas station where the clerk has a jar on the counter with "TIPS" markered across it?? That always gets me. TIPS for what? Ringin' up the gas that the oil company's already raped me on? Passin' all those packs of Marlboros across the counter!? All the effort it takes to sit there and chain smoke and talk on the phone?? I would gladly tip if I thought the money would go towards saving for something meaningful instead of financing their love of Dorals.

I do tip the Sonic girls, because they have to walk around so much and Sonic pays minimum wage, tells them upon hiring that they can count on tips when really they can't, and sometimes even makes them wear skates, which to me seems degrading for some reason. I also do it because I've noticed that my drinks started coming out faster and with more cherry flavoring when I started paying with two dollars and letting them keep the sixty cents or whatever it is. Also, lots of the kids who go to the school where I work work at Sonic, and that sixty cents might keep them from giving me more than I order, if you know what I mean.

Cricky said...

i'll probably have to turn this into a blog...but....today i am pissed off at the un-fairness of life. I know it's something that can't be changed and it's not worth being pissed about, but that's my perogative(sp?) today.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Miss Ann,
YES! She rubbed her fingertips, begging for a tip.

I agree on the Sonic thing. I always tip a waitress, as long as she is nice and not snotty. Even if the food is bad, it's not her fault. She only serves it.

One of our local ice cream parlors has a tip jar at the drive through. Umm...I see no need to tip for putting a scoop in a cone. Isn't that their JOB? It's not like they have to churn the ice cream and wrap it in sawdust and tote it 5 miles. HH tips them, though. It's a guy thing, I suppose.

Peg,
Aren't you glad you started a blog?
That's why I have MY blog. Because PEOPLE PISS ME OFF. Which means life isn't fair to Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. Too bad I can't name names.