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Dear Rihanna,

If I were dating Chris Brown, and he took me to TGI Friday's, I would dump his ass.

Thanks!

-MBG


Dear Audience,

That's right. Chris Brown and Rihanna showed up in my TGI Friday's this past evening and had dinner around 8pm. I'll admit I freaked out for a minute at our mandatory kitchen meeting about them. "IF YOU TALK TO THEM, ASK THEM FOR AN AUTOGRAPH, OR TAKE ANY PICTURES OR SO MUCH AS LOOK AT THEM WRONG, YOU WILL BE FIRED IMMEDIATELY!" So, I watched Rihanna down one of our million-calorie slushies while the word spread quickly throughout Mville that the "country boy from Tappahannock" was indeed sitting in TGI Friday's. I was really busy serving drinks to a giant table of people, so I didn't really even get to experience the commotion outside when the crazed teenagers started jumping on Chris Brown's Lamborghini.

Well. I hope they gave their server a nice tip, 'cause I sure got horrible tips for most of the night. I had to tend the crappy smoking section- you know- all of the reasonable smokers get bar tables. The smoking non-bar tables are for customers like I had tonight... Like the scary pregnant couple who keeps sucking down the cancer sticks like there's no tomorrow and then decides they don't like what they ordered and demands that everything be sent back and lists the new things that they want for free. ...Then they leave the smallest tip ever. It's not my fault you didn't realize that the salad had lettuce in it, or that the macaroni and cheese doesn't taste enough like french fries.