Oh yeah, definitely. All the waitresses are sweet as sugar one minute and hard as nails the next, including the woman who runs the place.
The first time I ever went there, it was on a Saturday, sort of a late lunch, and I sat at the bar, ordered my usual in a new place; chili, fries, and a beer.
They figured me as new, so the women waiting on me were polite enough. After I’d finished my food, though, I got up to use the bathroom, and when I was coming back out, I heard the bartender (the woman who runs the place) talking to a customer, and what I caught was, “…and I told that <bleeper> he could kiss my <bleeping> <bleep> and he better straighten his <bleeping> <bleep> right the <bleep> up right now or he’d be out on the <bleeper-bleeping> street!” - not a direct quote, but pretty close. I probably left a few bleeps out.
Anyway, she saw me coming and she quieted down really quickly as I walked down the bar and made my way back to my stool.
She came over a minute later and said, “I oughta apologize for that, that’s the first time I ever said those words. I don’t know what came over me!”
I noticed a sign over the bar this morning that said:
“I’m not a b**ch
Oh wait, yes I am
F*** You!”