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Ayooo!

Happy Sunday everyone! Hope you all had an awesome weekend / are continuing to have one because you're not in front of a computer such as myself. First and foremost... HOLY RONDA ROUSEY! Not only is she hotter than the models of UFC (and many, many other women):

There is a God.

But, she kicks complete ass and represents not only women, but dedicated athletes:

Damn.. DAMN! GET IT!

Like I said, she could ask me for my first born child and I'd just succumb to my inevitable defeat and hand it over. Here ya go... You'll probably discipline it better than I ever could. Go on now.

What I didn't know before the fight was where Rousey's true anger, beyond her natural ferocity as a fighter, came from what Bethe Correia implied about Rousey's father. Apparently, Rousey's father committed suicide, which is devastating, regardless of the reason. Correia pulled a bitch move and capitalized on that tragedy during their pre-fight beef by saying the following:

"She doesn’t have a good head, she needs to get help. There are a lot of people around her, she’s winning, but when she realizes that’s not everything, I don’t know what might happen. I hope she doesn’t commit suicide [laughs]."

I mean, I was an athlete growing up, I understand competition and shit talking. Hell, I still talk shit about a game that happened like 10 years ago because I pulled that ball like a champ against a fast as shit pitcher and got an infield home-run to beat our rivals, whom we'd never stood a chance against before (I'm looking at you Mesa Del Sol. People don't forget.). However, there's a fine line between harmless shit talking, because with competition comes pride, and tasteless slander. For Correia to imply a connection to Rousey's father's suicide as part of her public interviews before the fight -- that was just despicable. Suicide isn't funny. Suicide isn't a cop-out for the weak. Suicide isn't a publicity stunt. It's a very real, very tragic event that takes place in the wake of desperation.

I used to work in a jail, where suicide is a prominent, serious issue. Unfortunately during my time there, there were suicides... And my heart broke every time. Every time. I didn't care what they did prior to their death, I didn't care what they were in for. They were human, they deserved respect and proper attention. A coworker made a joke about it -- something along the lines of "Another one threw himself over. At least get the job done unlike the last guy." -- I. Lost. It. I was repulsed. I was angry. It took all of the Lord's strength for me to not go full white girl crazy in the middle of the workplace. So, I left. Haha. No, seriously, I quit soon there after.

Topic ReDirect

So, now that I've addressed that... Let's talk bad restaurant etiquette. Where does that come from? Well, my beautiful girlfriend and I went to a bar/grill down the street last night for a quick bite before that aforementioned epic fight, and there was this table of middle-aged women at the table down from us (we were sitting up in the bar area and there were a few steps down in the dining room). Out of the corner of my eye, I caught one of them snapping the air at her waiter, then raising her glass... I put the situation into context and decided it probably wasn't like a:

Ayee, cheers to Saturday!

 ... Type of raising of the glass. No, that was her method of getting his attention to fill her cup up. No... There's no way she just did that. Oh, yep, yep she did. And then, they clearly nickle and dimed their bill - a.k.a. no tip. So, on top of degradation, no money. You, ladies, need to stay home because nobody likes patron like you. I was a waitress, I know your type! It's always the ones who demand the most that tip the least or not at all. Bitch, you're at Chili's (for example), not a 5-star resort. You'll get what you came for - mediocre, frozen food and service from people who are just waiting to find their real meaning in life... Which probably isn't taking verbal and mental abuse from your cheap ass.

Oh, and if you're the person in the group who's a shitty tipper, then I have a song for you:

Someone I was once super close with is a terrible tipper... Like, so bad that we would all wait for them to tip just to see what we'd have to increase our tip by in order to continuously receive food that didn't have spit in it. Even when a waiter isn't on their A-game, I always tip 20% because I know what it's like to have a bad day, but still rely on others' decency to pay my bills. So, in closing, if you can't tip well, don't go out to eat. Serving is miserable and hard and the last thing I need is a shitty tip from a shitty person who demanded 4 lemons, 16 ranches, world peace, Brad Pitt and a partridge in a pear tree. If you're a bad tipper, fuck you. Keep your entitled ass home and cook your own damn meal. Yeah, I said it, and I'm not taking it back!

Ugh, now I'm heated. I need to go. I need a glass of wine because talking about cheapos and insensitive jerks gets me feeling some type of way. There's no room in my squad for bad tippers or inherently insensitive assholes.

Let it flow!

 I hope everyone has a stupendous rest of their Sunday! Until next time, Witte out :)