Customer Service
Transcript: Soon after their rude waiter left, the girls saw what looked like the manager walk over. He asked them how everything was, and before they could say that they thought the place was a dump, he walked off leaving them bewildered. After scanning over the menu that wasn't put together well, they spotted a waiter coming their way. His hair was greasy and long, he had stubble with some type of dirt stuck in it, and his work uniform was dirty and smelly. His shoes were filthy from the mud that was outside and he looked like he absolutely despised his job. Angrily, Ashlee and Kristen split the bill and shoved the money inside. They strutted towards the doors, not even bothering to say goodbye to the greeter sitting in the corner smacking her gum and filing her nails. Yep, Ashlee and Kristen were never coming back here again for sure. After Ashlee picked Kristen up, they headed off to Olive Garden. When they pulled up at the front entrance, they were greeted by the smell of old trash left in the dumpster that was conveniently placed by the entrance. When they arrived at their table they were disgusted to find out that the table hadn't been wiped, there were old crumbs in the seats, and there was gum stuck to the corners and underside of the table. THE END!! :) When the waiter took their orders, he didn't introduce himself or give them any sort of greeting. Kristen looked like she was ready to leave, but not quite yet. Ashlee and her best friend Kristen were planning on having dinner at Olive Garden tonight. So Ashlee decided to call the restaurant to make reservations ahead of time. The greeter stomped over to them and opened his mouth. "Who are you?" he asked with absolutely no emotion behind his voice. His face seemed like he was mad at the whole world. "Ashlee. Party of 2," she said, pointing to Kristen. "Come on," he said grumpily as he led them to their table. During a conversation involving all the rude people and disgusting encounters, the food arrived. But they wished it hadn't. The lasagna Ashlee ordered smelled of rotten cheese and Kristen's ravioli tasted of vomit. Kristen walked--well, ran--back to the table and sat down on her filthy chair. They knew the food they had definitely wasn't worth all the money, but they had to do what they had to do. When the waiter passed, he tossed the check onto the table, tipping over Ashlee's drink which resulted in it splashing all over her front side. Pinching their noses, Kristen grabbed the door handle, but it was covered in a mysterious sticky liquid. Wiping it off and scowling, they walked inside. Both had a feeling this was going to be a looooong night. Kristen excused herself to the bathroom, because she felt like she was going to be sick. When she walked in, she almost lost her ravioli right there on the floor. The restroom smelled like the inside of a used toilet and definitely looked like one. The mirrors had smears on them, the walls were covered in graffiti and the floors were covered in used napkins and water from the toilets and sinks. On second thought, let's not use the restroom. When Ashlee called the restaurant, she disliked the fact that the person on the other line wasn't very cheery. Their phone call began with a harsh hello, and ended with the beep of "ending call".