Another thing you have in common with sociopaths! Mazel!

Congrats on being unrepentant scum.

The bottom line is that the server heated the dish WAY more than was even close to standard and giggling to himself when the customer needed a glass of ice to plunge her hand into after AT MOST touching the bowl for a second. Everyone defending this is fucked up.

I bet you think the woman in the McDonald’s hot coffee lawsuit deserved her burns too.

Fuck you.

I doubt you’re smart enough to put on velcro shoes by yourself.

No. Fuck off. They shouldn’t burn anyone so badly that they need to stick their whole hand in a glass of ice. And it’s STILL not something to be fucking proud of.

She didn’t. You’re gross.

What is WRONG with you people?

Only the assholes like you.

You’re fucked up.

Yeah, the vast majority of this story sounded to me like a woman with anxiety or social interaction issues. Apparently that means you deserve to be burned.

Okay, are you seriously? The server is carrying the plate out some distance and unable to remove his/her hand if it burns. That’s why they need a napkin. The customer didn’t need to hold it for any length of time and in all likelihood she touched it to adjust it, yet still burned her hand to the degree that she needed…

Yeah, because you’re all assholes.

And fajita pans come on a trivet and have a sleeve on the handle so you don’t touch searing hot metal. Seriously, what is wrong with you people?

Fuck you. You’re all morally bankrupt if you think this is not only defensible, but laudable. That’s some fucked up shit.

No. The server DOESN’T FUCKING SERVE THE FOOD until it’s cool enough not to cause permanent fucking damage. What the hell is WRONG with all of you?

SO FUCKING WHAT.

Fuck you. God, what kind of bullshit is this, you don’t PHYSICALLY HARM people because they’re a pain to wait on. Wanting food hot isn’t the same was wanting a 200 fucking degree dish placed on your table. That’s straight-up abusive.

Ha, the day I saw a giant palmetto bug flying towards me down my apartment hallway was the day I rued moving to Florida. ROACHES DON’T FLY IN CALIFORNIA.