Right? This is the ultimate irony.
Right? This is the ultimate irony.
Protip, don’t say “BYE, Rachel” to her, because it will only feed her. She’ll hear “Biracial” and think you’re encouraging her.
It’s all kind of ironic, right?
On the upside, her morning routine just got so much shorter.
Along the lines of handling customers with different, potentially difficult, needs that some might find cumbersome, there was this great story shared in Tom Sietsema’s weekly chat last Wednesday.
I would like to send an order of the crap dip to the table over there. The one with the lady that’s allergic to crunchy and the man that doesn’t know what scrambled eggs are.
If this is the restaurant I think it is (and I feel pretty confident that is the case), not only is a Saturday night absolutely hellishly busy, but the sections each server is given are larger than normal, stretching a waiter thinner than usual. I know this because I also waited tables there. (That crab dip, yo.…
As a hairstylist, all you really need is someone that can take your face and hair type into account. Anyone can look nice with short hair, but not just ANY short hair style.
I’m saving that gif for future use, thank you for bringing it to my attention.
Weird, I pulled in more dick than I wanted w/ my short hair and high waisted pants.
That’s an opinion. And kind of a douchey way to share it.
Grated ginger is useful in lots of dishes, but grating it can be a pain. The solution is simple: wrap your grater…
Hey! Lambrusco on a hot summer day can be absolutely delicious and utterly refreshing! It’s a lovely wine for a picnic in the park.
The international breakfast is a half-waffle
Parts of it sure as hell do.
Sorry everyone. I went through 7 (YES, SEVEN) whole pages of Perez Hilton's website combing for possible answers, and nothing fits.
The freshest eggs have the best flavor and will last longer. Here's an insider tip on picking the freshest carton of…
That sounds like what I'd imagine hell to be. Seriously.
A walk-in 40... I'm crying. I'm crying for the server. I'm crying for the host and bussers who had to put that table together. How does a group of 40 people not have a single person in it that says MAYBE THIS IS A BAD IDEA AND MAYBE THIS IS RUDE.
Your dad is kinda rude. I used to be a cashier. If an adult had come up to my register and said, "Gimme a tostada with [whatever], " I'd be internally side-eyeing the shit out of him.