The Samantha

If there is a group of one job type that I hate working with more than anything, it has got to be the hostesses. And for that reason these idiots are the topic of my discussion

The Samantha

Well who is Samantha? You know when you first walk into a restaurant and you get greeted by a beautiful smiling face that starts the mood off right for your dining experience? Well that sure as hell isn't Samantha! Samantha is a 40+ year old bridge troll that somehow managed to get a job. One of the managers must have surely owed someone a favor, because how else could this debacle of a greeter get a job. I mean c'mon, Wally-Mart wouldn't even let her be a greeter. So picture this, you walk into a restaurant only to be greeted by the baby of Gollum and the hunchback of Notre Dame. I thought it was perfectly legal to discriminate on ugliness. Samantha has no personality. I would rather talk to a batch of stale cheddar biscuits then actually have a meaningful conversation with Samantha. Because a meaningful conversation with Samantha would mean I would have to hear about her favorite NASCAR driver, or hear that her all time favorite beer is Natty Light. And God forbid something funny come up into the conversation, because the most chilling sheer crackle laugh accompanied by the biggest disgrace to the dentist world would derive from her noise hole. If you think Samantha is terrible as a person, you should see how she does her job. She takes into no consideration how busy a server is. She will sit a person a party of 12 and immediately after sit you two 4 tops that eventually get pissed off because you are not possibly able to take care of them. And to ask Samantha for help is like asking your imaginary best friend from childhood for help. SHIT AINT HAPPENING!!! She is lazy, she looks terrible, and she doesn't know how to do her job. Samantha = the trifecta of being a useless person on this earth.

Congrats Samantha, but hey, at lease Jesus loves her...... Maybe