I remember one Father’s Day weekend when a lady walked in with her Father. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed they were making out very heavy. Humm… I say to myself. (Well you go Girl, he must be your Daddy.) Then 2 of her dunked friends walk in with a pitcher of cocktails already in their hands. The one says to me. What the F*ck!!! Tea Cup is not your name. What the F*ck is your real F*ucking name? I just said “China” and walked away. I go back to check on the table and Daddy girls asked “Where the F*ck is the ladies room” I just smile and say “where you first walked in.” Then she actually says “What the F*uck you mean I have to walk all the F*cking way back to the parking garage!!!” Me… no girl it is when you 1^st walked into the restaurant. (Thinking to myself they sure do like to use the F word. Classy Very Classy LMAO) Then I take Daddy the bill. He looks a little upset. I say “Looks like you’re having a great day. Being out with 3 beautiful women.” He gives me a drop dead look and says “I have only 1 girlfriend and it her!” I say “of course and she is a lucky girl”. Then to change the subject I turn to the other 2 who I had noticed were wearing bar paper ID bracelets that say VIP. “I like your VIP bracelets where were you all partying at” She says the “XYZ Club on Friday Night.” Me WOW lucky you.” As I walk away thinking this is now Sunday you have worn those dirty club ID bracelets for 3 days. You Just Can Not make This Up.