venting

           A man and his son of like 12 years old are in for dinner sitting at a booth in the bar area. After they ate, the waiter came to me and said "table 92 needs to see you". "why?" I ask. He said because he wants to tell you what a good time this has been for he and his son. I'm thinking I could use a compliment. I go to the table with my guard down and perked about this compliment that's coming.The man says to me, in a way that I think his tongue was swollen," are you the manager?" I said "yes sir" he then goes off on this tangent " every time I've been here the food tastes like shit (which sounded like sit because of the tongue thing). I got the fish one time and it tasted like shit. "Look look" the man points at his kids food. "he's even eatin and you guys always fuck up his food." Then he said "I thought I should tell you the good shit cuz I all ways tell you the bad shit." I'm not sure how I felt about what he was telling me. Hey Mr. Swollen tongue, Your an Idiot. Why would you repeatedly go to a place that lets you down.Subjecting your young one to your respect less stupidity. What really pisses me off is what your dumb ass is teaching your offspring. We will have him to look forward to in ten years! You make me wish I had gone to school to be a mortician. Wow that felt good. It felt so good that this will be a reoccurring segment on this blog. Hey and feel free to vent to me.