I survived yet another year's worth of torturous Endless Shrimp. It actually feels good to tell people we have no meal options that are all you can eat.
To worsen things, the clueless people at our corporate offices dropped another $4 off coupon toward the end of Endless Shrimp. I really think these sadistic bastards have no clue. Endless Shrimp already has us digging near the bottom of the barrel in terms of quality of customers. It has the same effect of yelling "Free Guns!" at a hillbilly militia convention. Everyone and their cousin-sister comes in thinking they will be the one to set the shrimp eating record. I suspect they have an unannounced plan to also set the record for worst tip of the night as well. I don't mind if you work for a living, or have pig shit on your shoes. However, if you leave me pig shit for a tip I do mind.
While I'm thinking about bad tippers with not enough teeth and really bad haircuts, I'd like to also address most of the country of Canada. You chintzy tipping bastards. Complementing me on how much better the food and service is in our restaurant than you get in your Canadian ones does not pay my bills. I'm not impressed with your attempt to show the table (and all the surrounding ones) how well you hold your liquor. I don't care how many hours you drove to get here, if you don't know how to tip, keep on driving.