To make up for society as a being a giant A-hole, many restaurants in Dallas are providing service industry workers with food and liquor discounts in their establishments. You would think this little gesture would possibly cut down on the number of spitwads added to food content. I can't begin to describe the nasty things I've witnessed at the restaurant where I'm employed. The sad thing is that I used to care about the customers and what they ingest. Not so much anymore. Too many people have called me sir, raised empty glasses in the air for refills, asked me for the special when they are seated at the booth that lists today's specials, and so forth. It's all that little stupid shit that makes one mearly crack a smile when walking into the wait station to find waiters rubbing ice cubes on their genitals for Mrs. Watson sweet tea.