Michiganders Are Mean...

"So there we were and...oh; every restaurant in this town SUCKS! They have, like, NO manners around here! (I was in the Service Industry for, like, one minute of my life by the way, so, yeah, I know how to work it, dammit!) This Michigan is, like, NO Chicago where we happen to BE from! The things and people are SOHHH much better in Chicago; which is why we left home to go on vacation in the first place...

Okay, so, take this last place we were at; HOLY JEEPERS! We, like, wanted quarters for the Pool Table and, like, NO ONE would help us! They wouldn't accept our credit card and put a whole bunch of quarters on it! They wouldn't take time away from other customers to download a cash app for US and, like, invest in quarters THAT way! I mean, only POOR people carry actual dollar bills to exchange for quarters the way that it, naturally, WORKS best! I mean, YOU'RE the peasants from the small harbor town, WE'RE the big city folks; you are SUPPOSED to just be BEGGING us to hand you a credit card in exchange for change. You should only NATURALLY take valuable time away from customers actually eating and drinking download a cash app to exchange for quarters! Who are YOU to tell me that there's a convenient ATM right there in the corner? EWWW! Debit cards? Legitimate bills? What are we; POORS or something? I'm not drunk, dammit!

So, anyway...HEY, hey, GUY! He's the one! He wanted to be our HERO! He reached for a wallet because, like a broke LOSER, he not only works in the restaurant but carries actual CURRENCY! C'mere! YOU wanted to help us while everyone else SUCKS AT THEIR JOBS! High-Five; I wanna buy you a DRINK!"

If I'd been a drinker, I might have taken her up on it, considering how she had not only just gotten done treating my coworkers but, now long gone from their establishment, was using the venue of ANOTHER establishment as her soapbox to whine at ONE group of workers (at a restaurant who was turning off their lights) about ANOTHER. (But public servants in Michigan have no manners, you see. Therefore, I had remained quiet for this long into her story; oh, and a place that was trying to shut down for the night had not only let me in to quietly visit with a friend or two on staff post shift but they were hosting THESE TWO as well as they complained about any and every single place that had had the distinct pleasure of hosting them their first day of vacation. But we Michiganders could only HOPE AND PRAY to have the same level of good manners, hospitality, and class as rich suburbanites from Chicago. Oh, by the way...).

"...No thanks; I don't drink." I answered from my place over by one of my friends on staff at the restaurant in the process of shutting down. (Although, listening to THIS, even I could have requested something stronger than caffeine to continue listening quietly and politely. Nevertheless)...

"Oh; you poor thing! You're from Michigan, you work in the service industry, you're of age, and you drink, like, SODA POP! Not like ME! So, then we were playing pool and...

(I'd gone back into the back of house again after putting my wallet back away when I hadn't found a small enough bill that I was willing to part with to accommodate a tweaking out young *Karen* and her significant other, *Richard* [Think about it]. How again did they RECEIVE quarters for the Pool Table if I, the "only" person ready to oblige them with the simple answer, were no longer up front??? Anyway...)

...And we got KICKED OUT! All that I said was (expletive); and, like, in front of a child! I mean, HELL-OH, what have YOUR kids heard? They were going to call the cops over (expletive)! You were there, (wrong pronunciation of my name); YOU tell them...!

I'd heard an invitation to speak; let alone more than enough about my COWORKERS and the rest of the service industry in my hometown.

"...They TOLD you where the ATM was; they wanted CASH for quarters." I finally retorted, matching volume for volume.

Suddenly, she saw red. I guessed that she not only had misjudged my coworkers, it was time for her "hero" (who had done NOTHING) to hang up his cape too. Fine by me; I prefer to reserve my heroics for coworkers and friends in the local service industry. Michiganders are, after all, "mean;" we also STICK TOGETHER!

Thank you and have a great one.