Some Restaurants Make You Want To Cry

Waiter: “Are you ready to order?”

Me: “I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger, but without the onions, please.”

Waiter: “You should eat the onions. They’re a vegetable; they’re good for you.”

Me: “I’m sure they are, but I’m allergic to onions. I would like them taken off, please.”

Waiter: “You shouldn’t be such a picky eater!”

Me: “Again, I’m allergic to them. If I eat them, I will get sick. No onions on the burger.”

Waiter: “You’re not allergic! You just want an excuse to not eat vegetables!”

Me: “I don’t think it’s part of your job to tell me what I do or don’t want to eat. Now, can I get a burger without onions or should I leave?”

Waiter: “Fine, stupid brat! One f***ing bacon cheeseburger with no onions!”

(Before I left, I was able to speak to the manager and tell her that I did not appreciate having the waiter tell me what to eat. She apologized and gave a small discount. Thankfully, I haven’t seen that waiter since.)