I’ve worked in three high-end service positions where, for parties of less than four, you do not clear anyone’s plate until everyone’s eating. An Austrian (I think? something like that) count once gave me a nice-but-firm mini-lesson about it on my first day at a yacht club.

But at every place I’ve worked where it…

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso / I fell in love with a Mexican girl / Night-time would find me in Rosa’s cantina / Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Unless he moves to El Paso to be near her, it isn’t like she’ll run into him at the grocery store.

And not into a person in the room on the other side of the wall.

I tip on tax, but you don’t have to. Tax really has nothing to do with the cost of the meal from the restaurant’s perspective, but it takes a couple seconds less to do the math that way, and I'm lazy.

It was a blizzard - it shouldn’t spill.

When I worked in a supermarket (this was, I admit, about 10 years ago now), I had to pass recognition tests on something like the 25-30 most common vegetables and fruits (separate tests) they sold. Because I was in my thirties and an enthusiastic cook, I passed the first time. Some of the kids I started with had to…

I love the self checkout regardless of how many items I have. It cuts down on my human interaction.

I find the soap thing fascinating! I love cilantro so much.

Because they are also terribly underpaid.

I love the self-checkout. But I inevitably always seem to be behind someone who can’t figure out how to use it and needs the employee observing the area to help them the entire time.

I can only tell these things apart because I worship at the feet of the cilantro gods. Being a grocery store checker myself was actually pretty helpful in learning what some of these things are. I always feel like a dick when I have to explain whatever “exotic” things I’m buying that day.

A little of both, but I was still sort of like: ?

It’s actually crazy how often I get overcharged and it’s hard to have to say something in a full line. Like oh sorry-that avocado was 99 cents and not the 2.49 organic one or hey-you just ran the dog food up again but I’m pretty sure you scanned it at the beginning of the transaction. Because you can tell the cashier…

Good call. Vid’s more disturbing than I expected.

That image is more than enough, so nope to the video. However, if we have to have criminal idiots, I’m glad so many criminal idiots film themselves these days.

Yep, that’s our fun prank menu.

Whenever I hear these stories, I think of my brother in law. He was working the ticket line for a harbor cruise type situation. It is the middle of the summer, so there is a bit of a line and a local TV person cuts up front. My brother in line, tells him politely to go to the end; the TV guy responds, don’t you know I…

My favorite was always the ol’ “I’m friends with the owner!!” I would smile at them and very politely say “Great! Just go ahead and shoot him a text that you’d like to to get seated and he will let us know. I would love to seat you, but I’m not authorized to skip anyone to the top of the list” Only one person out of…

Yup, everything that happened to him was entirely his fault, everything. If he had chilled for a minute none of it would have happened.