Waiting In Vegas

A single 20-something year old black guy came in to eat.  He was reasonably attractive, well-groomed, and wearing loud & expensive hip hop attire from head to toe.  After ordering his food he requested his check immediately.  Mr. Hip Hop was in a hurry because he was headed to work.  When I asked him if he worked close by he snottily replied “No…I own a recording studio.”  After hearing this I bet my co-workers that I would get completely stiffed.

After Mr. Hip Hop gulped down his food he emptied the contents of his pocket onto the table and began counting his change to pay his $20 tab.  He paid with 5 $1 bills, 7 $1 coins, and the remainder in change (mostly nickels). Not surprisingly, I was stiffed completely.

If you see Mr. Hip Hop can you please pass along the following message:

*  You “owning a recording studio” does not impress me – especially since your idea of a recording studio and mine seem to differ vastly. Recording on tapes in your mom’s garage is in fact not a recording studio, even if you and your friends think it is.

* I suppose when you sell your CDs on the street at stoplights you refer to that as “owning a record company.”  Guess what fucktard –  It isn’t the same.

* If you want to look like a real baller, cash your change in at one of the many convenient CoinStar locations throughout the valley and then stiff your waitress after paying with real money.  This will make you look more gangster and less poor.

* I may not “own a recording studio” and only be a waitress but I have NEVER had to pay my check in change – NOT EVEN IN HIGH SCHOOL.

* I found your bus schedule on the table after you left.  I hope you enjoyed your bus ride to your “recording studio,” baller.