This is for my boss–you know who you are–the one who came on to me, and then strung me along while you tried to figure out how to break it to your soon-to-be ex-wife. Well, now you’ve got yourself a new girlfriend, and not only do I have to suffer the indignity of waiting on her when she comes into your restaurant, but I have to watch you hover around her table like a pathetic dog in heat. Well, I bet if I go to our human resources department they would have another definition for what you call our “bit of fun”; maybe something more like “sexual harassment”? Boy, would your life change then, and not like you’d want. Maybe if I am feeling unusually charitable, I’ll visit you while you stand in the unemployment line! Ha, ha, ha; boo hoo!
–Anonymous