Waiting In Vegas

Three cholas came in this afternoon looking like they were headed to the disco.   Two were dressed in shimmery tops and the other one was wearing a loud-ass orange tube top.   All three were fat, had stringy hair, and were wearing dark lip liner and no lipstick.   They annoyed me from the moment they came in because they asked retarded questions.   One said “I don’t see your sodas listed on the menus” – I told her they weren’t and named every available soda.   Her reply was “Yeah but where are they listed.”   To which I replied “They aren’t listed, that is why I just told you what we have.”   Before I even finished getting the chola’s drink order they insisted on ordering their food- even though no one was ready.   So I had to stand there for an additional 5 minutes waiting for the stupid skanks to make up their mind about what they could afford to eat.

Chola #1 orders a salad but when I explained additional items came in the salad she switched it to a caesar salad.   I then explained that our caesar salad is not a traditional caesar salad, instead it has a lemon parmesan dressing.   She said it sounded great.

Chola #2 orders some buffalo wings.   First, she asks me if they are spicy.   She doesn’t like things too spicy and if she is unsure I can put the sauce on the side.   She declines.

Chola #3 orders some bbq wings.   Her and chola #2 are going to share their wings with each other (chola #2 suggested this).

Not 2 minutes after I ring the chola’s order in my relief shows up.   I immediately transfer the table and start doing my sidework.   I was glad to get rid of them because they were annoying cunt whores but now I kind of wish I would have kept them because of the following:

Their new server introduces herself and gets the whores some refills.   A while later their food arrives.   Chola #3 eats 3 out of her 8 chicken wings and then complains that she really ordered buffalo wings and I rang her order in incorrectly.   The new server comes to me to tell me she had to correct the problem.   I told the new server I figured they were going to be dumb cunt face bitches and that I probably should’ve at least kept them until they had eaten most of their food so they didn’t have the nerve to send anything back.   Right after this conversation chola #1 finishes eating half of her salad and complains that it doesn’t taste like a caesar salad and she doesn’t want to pay for it.   She doesn’t order anything else to replace it either.   Fuck those bitches – I would not have taken shit off of their check – that is why I discussed in great detail exactly what they ordering and wrote their order down.

Needless to say, they needed their bill split into 3 checks.   I believe they each tipped $1.25ish.   Your server thanks you cholas.   Please use the money you saved on gratuity and buy a tube of lipstick to share between yourselves – wearing lip liner with no lipstick is so passe.