I don’t know about you, but I’m flat sick of mean people. These three women go into a bar and grill called Chilly D’s in Stockton, CA, and have a nice dinner. When they receive the bill, they almost miss the information at the top — the guy who prepared their bill (not their waiter), Jeff, has put them into the computer as “Fat Girls.”
Honestly, Jeff, are you perfect? Handsome, smart, tall, no glasses? You aren’t rich, since you’re a server (no offense to servers — my daughter was one and she worked way harder than she was paid for), and you aren’t nice, or you wouldn’t have typed that, so I’m pretty sure you aren’t perfect.
Two sayings come to mind. First from my mom: “If you don’t have anything nice to say, shut your damn mouth.”
And then from Jesus, who was a little more eloquent than Mom, who nonetheless certainly got her point across: “Let him among you who is without sin cast the first stone.”
I promise you, Jeff, you are not without sin. Mean people never are. So perhaps you should shut your damn mouth.
And BTW, merry effing Christmas.
(Story source: http://www.cnn.com/video/?hpt=hp_c3#/video/us/2012/12/08/fat-girls-in-receipt.kxtv)