You've posted a variation of this theme quite a bit on this post, and I find it interesting that, as a consumer, you're taking so personally an article that primarily chastises the companies producing these products.

Ah, I didn't realize that, thanks. But I more meant a watch dog organization that keeps track of these things for lazy people like me. I doubt it would actually impact my shopping habits, but I am curious how much of what they raise actually goes to helping rather than buying ad space, running campaigns, and paying…

Well exactly. There was something that floated around on my Twitter feed a few weeks ago. Some idiot missionary went to Nairobi and was stunned—yes stunned— to find lovely supermarkets, nicely dressed people that spoke English, and nice homes. She literally said she expected to find starving kids, dirt floors, dirty…

How does the money get to these women? What are the working conditions? How much are they paid per item? How do we know they're even making the items in question? I applaud anyone who is trying to help people but making them sew pajamas isn't the answer.

Does anyone know if there is a charity navigator equivalent for non profits like this? What proportion of money raised goes to the women employed in India v US based employees and costs of running? And where the rest of it goes? Google failed me.

not according to punjammies spokeslady :)

"I feel threatened now, which isn't fair. Sure she felt threatened, too, but it wasn't a real threat, which she had no way of knowing because I purposely made it look like a real threat. I don't understand!"

Years ago I ordered I chocolate milkshake at McDonald's, and they gave me vanilla. I asked for a new shake, only to have the counter person insist, increasingly angrily, that it was a chocolate milkshake and I was just crazy. I kept pointing out that it was solid white and had no chocolate flavor; she kept rolling her…

As a Californian, I only eat free range linguinis grown in our offshore Linguini farms.

back in the very early 90s I worked at Hardee's (that's Carl's Jr for you west coast folks) after school. This was when they introduced the peach milkshake, which I don't even know if they have anymore because I haven't set foot in one since high school. We sold so many of these damn things. Except there was this one…

We were planning a Friendsgiving and our friend told us that her date "doesn't eat meat" so we made sure to include a vegan protein dish. It turned out he meant that he doesn't eat meat as in steaks, whole chicken/turkey, etc. You know meat that started as raw when you bought it. He was very happy with the hotpockets…

This story of a dumb customer is not from the many dumb customers I waited on over the years, but from my dumb acquaintance.

This one comes via my husband, who this actually happened to:

SOME PEOPLE HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN A BOWL WITHOUT SOUP IN IT. If you don't understand this, you are a heartless elitist.

Stop calling coffee, "soup."

I was once in a deli sandwich line behind a very nice Midwestern couple who got up to the front and the woman gasped "Buffalo chicken? What IS that?" This was like 2007 so it wasn't exactly a new concept. The woman behind the counter did her best to explain the seasoning in it, but the woman just kept muttering…

The "linguine in season" dude obviously confused linguine was some sort of seafood which **eye-roll** but it reminded me of a time when I was at this great place in Vancouver, BC called CinCin. It's a great Italian place. Anyway, this the conversation the waitress and I had:

It's one thing to have a virgin grasshopper, daiquiri, etc.

Ugh, some of these employees have so much attitude. If you're unwilling to do things just because they're logically impossible, maybe customer service isn't for you.

I was 8 years old when I went into my parent's bedroom one morning while my parents were still asleep and saw my Dad had a boner. I totally freaked out, woke my Mom up by dragging her out of the bed, and called 911 because I thought it was a chestburster from Aliens.