Waiting In Vegas

A party of six rowdy & drunk Canadians came in to eat this evening.  Most of them had special instructions for their food – including one man who ordered a burger with “no tomato.”  When their food arrived I was standing nearby talking with another table.  The man who ordered his burger with no tomato suddenly realized his burger had thousand island dressing on it and said “I don’t like dressing on my burger, I told her that.”  His drunk friend then began to argue with him, saying “No… you only said no tomato fuckface.  Don’t blame the server because you are too fucking retarded to read the menu.”