Empty the trash.
What's that guy in lederhosen doing at a seafood place.
That's way too much information.
You whiteboard all that stuff about happy hour and highballs, then don't serve alcohol.
I hate people who fabricate verbs willy-nilly.
I hate the expression "willy-nilly."
What key lime pie—I don't see any.
Why is the cashier holding all that money. Don't handle all that damn money and then serve me food.
Those pants on that girl in the background are too tight.
Someone threw away a plastic bottle instead of taking three damn steps to toss it in the recycling bin.
What the hell is Libu Coconut Shrimp? Leave the shrimp alone, they already died to feed you, isn't that enough?
My mother keeps calling key lime pie from the Hubbard Avenue Diner "cheesecake."