We’re coming home along the Thruway and decide to stop at McD’s. There’s a woman and smallish kid in front of us getting huffy and I can tell this won’t end well. And in due time she starts yelling at the cashier, “Why is everything more expensive here? This is ridiculous! You’re ripping people off!” and so on, as the…

I don’t know why I wait for Mondays when after reading these my mind is flooded with rage and memories of my food service past...

I would have wanted to slowly pour the milkshake out onto the pavement while staring her in the eyes the whole time.

I could defend being in the position of dealing with a small child who is a picky eater. But that doesn’t mean it’s the restaurant staff’s responsibility to go out of their way to deal with it, too.

The second story reminds me of one of my wife’s tales of waiting tables at Dead Lobster while in grad school.

Dear dining public: