My husband and I took our daughters and their boyfriends out to dinner last night, and stopped at the bar before we were seated. At the bar, a young woman with long blonde hair waited on us, she approached us looking incredibly pissed off for a lack of a more politically correct term. She had a look on her face like she hated our guts, and her tone of voice was like she was very angered by us. We don't know her, and we had not done anything but stand there and wait for her, so we weren't sure what the cause of her attitude was. It was unsettling, and we were very unsure if we should leave her a tip, but we decided to anyhow. I worried she'd actually tell her fellow workers to sabotage our dinners. I actually tried to order something that could tell if it had been spat in. The receipt she gave us had the name Bethany V., but there were many workers working out of the same cash register, so I am not certain if that was our bartender's name. I didn't look at her name tag, I was focused on her angry face. Our waitress at our table was wonderful, our food was great, and the rest of the evening was enjoyable, thank goodness!
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