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Tipper's Name: Tiger Woods</TD></TR><TR><TD class=text>
Restaurant: Tony Romas (W HWY 50)</TD></TR><TR><TD class=text>
Where it happened: Orlando</TD></TR><TR><TD class=text>
Total bill / Tip amount / Percentage: $125.00 / $4.00 / 3%</TD></TR><TR><TD class=text>
What happened:
This happened a few years ago, when he actualy could play the game. I guess all of that "I am Tiger Woods" bullshit went to his head. When I first visited the table, I was told that I was not to speak directly to Mr. Woods nor to his white trash whore girlfriend (who he probly picked up on OBT) From there they all demanded for me to keep a constant vigil over their table. O' of course they sent back items, explaining that it's not what they ordered,(I guess with being black and oriental he can't see nor can he read all that well). Not only where they a pain in the ass, and took up my table for over 2 1/2 hr. and then left me a $4.00 tip. But I did get the last laugh.
I hoped they liked the taste my ball sweat in their drinks all night.</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
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