The beginning of the end. The end of the beginning.

Today marks the last day I will ever waitress. For the rest of my life. Hopefully.
I've had some awesome customers over the last four years, and they've been nice. But I've also had some absolutely disgustingly gross customers. Mostly fat triple chinned old women who get mad that you forget their extra FAT that goes with their meal. I'm sorry I didn't write down SEVEN orders of shrimp cocktail for your party of TWO!
Examples A through Twelve:
last night and the night before were some of the really bad ones. People who get offended because you walk the wrong way around the table. People who make you want to really slap them in the face and or anywhere available to injure because they're so. fucking. stupid. Mostly older women (tonight), who get offended when you bring them their bill before they had the chance to 'ORDER A BEER *SHRIEK*' Because it is SO HARD to re-calculate their total.
Yeah so needless to say I'm really torn up about said departure from work. I'm really hoping I don't have to waitress on the side when I graduate and hopefully have a job. We're being optimistic obviously.

At the very least, I would hope to work somewhere where the customer demographic isn't between 60 and DEAD.
My attitude while I vacuumed and sipped my beverage with three shots of vodka after said evening:

I know everyone's heard this before, but I guess not everyone listened, because you don't fuck with the people who handle your food. It's a dangerous game and I'm winning. STUNNER.