Fuck you, high school kids (A letter from restaurant workers everywhere)
→[More:] If you're going to try to put more than 10 people at a table, tell me exactly how fucking many there are of you. Yes, it matters. And if your friends are already here and seated, don't fucking try to just squeeze in with them, and don't act surprised if you can't sit with them. If they didn't tell me how many of you were coming (most likely, they didn't even know when I asked them) I didn't leave a spot for you. Just fucking wait for me to seat you. There are other people that have been waiting here longer than you have. It is a pain in the ass to deal with huge groups at the same table anyhow. If you sit in smaller groups, you'll get seated sooner, you'll get your food quicker, and you'll get better service.
The world does not revolve around you. And here's the shocker: it never fucking will.
And for fuck's sake, leave a good tip after we busted our asses trying to fit you all together and serve 25 of you at once.
Fuck you very much,
The People Who Make and Serve Your Food
P.S. - We don't do anything nasty to your food even if you deserve it, but other places aren't so nice, asshole. Just have some fucking respect, and you won't have to worry about it.