Elbows on the table

[HungLikeJesus]

Sounds like Fight Club.

Narrator: Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.

[Trilby]

Originally Posted by jinx

I worked at an overpriced restaurant/bar popular with the local yuppies throughout my teens. Rude patrons were severely punished for their transgressions, although they were no the wiser....

So, did they old ladies get a booger in their tea or what?

Nah. I had then (and still have) a very certain death-ray quality about myself that I could turn on at will. I was brought up with manners (all evidence to the contrary!) and I could stare a paragraph of frozen hate in my eyes and body lingo. Those biddies got the message. THEY thought they were being "girlish" and "cute" but when I was done with them they had left a hefty tip and were very abashed. HA! I never spoke a rude word to them but I let them know that I was better than they which is a thing I can still do to my own detriment, usually. Eh, few 19 year-olds were as self-righteous as I. Sigh.

[DanaC]

Eh, few 19 year-olds were as self-righteous as I. Sigh.

Oh, I don't know. Self-righteousness seems to me the absolute province of the late teen :P

[Shawnee123]

I really liked working at the neighborhood bar in my days...I did not have to take people being rude. At first I would mess with them in a humorous way. If that didn't work I'd tell them to shut the fuck up. If that didn't work I'd tell them to GTFO. Being half-crazy and dangerously fearless, I'd corral them to the door myself!

At the Country Club you were supposed to just smile and nod. Fat chance. Had they MET me?

[Urbane Guerrilla]

Originally Posted by DanaC

Oh, I don't know. Self-righteousness seems to me the absolute province of the late teen :P

Wot U sed!