Meh, I helped out at a bar numerous times as a friend of the landlord. Wasn’t officially staff, just had a clue what I was doing and they were busy. That didn’t strike me as fake.

Learning disabilities are a thing. I mean, I get where you’re coming from, but I know enough people who really, truly struggle with even “simple” math, especially when put on the spot (and working out a tip is definitely being on the spot for them).

Were they onna stick?

You commented on the normality of placing jewellery on the deceased, especially for open caskets. That’s not a tradition in the UK where this story occurred.

Open casket burials aren’t a thing in the UK. There are private viewings for family and close friends beforehand though.

Oh god I actually said “I think it was an ambulance” in all seriousness to that question once. In my defense, I was NOT lucid, thanks severe POTS episode.

Yeup. Friend of the owner/landlord also meant if I went in on a crazy busy night I’d glass collect and run the damn dishwasher in my going-out clothes and heels.

I used to work for a jewellery concession. I can’t walk past one of their stands without straightening out tangles.

“Do you work here” while IN THE WINDOW DISPLAY PAINTING THE WALLS, moving mannequins (and wearing a store name-badge).

Yup, that’s a doner kebab here :)

OH MY GOD YES. The wool shop I don’t actually WORK for but may as well live in? The stock is ALL OUT. And customers have the gall to ask the owner if there’s any hiding anywhere that she’s “saving”.

Oh gods, empathy. I had a manager so bad when I worked for a concession that the manager of the store took her to task for berating me on the shop floor in front of customers.

You know, I’m surprised that I don’t have any from the rough-as-hell bar I used to work in where 99% of the clientele were either coming down or going up. Every other public-facing job I have tonnes...