I hate that too. It's very thoughtless and often results in coins spraying all over the place. You'd think the cashiers doing it would notice that eventually... Like you, I do not complain about it, but I do privately think that they are very very stupid.

She won over my respect. The following is a 100% true story:

These are delightful! Oh, memories.

When I was a lass of eighteen, I went through the typical Southern NJ experience of waiting tables at a Friendly's. In an area with few available jobs, it was one of the only restaurants that would hire high-schoolers and college students.

The job was awful. Servers were often…

i wonder if he knew tho

Jesus Christy, does that one cook hunt xenomorphs on the weekend

colin did you know that lobsters REALLY ARE undersea bugs tho

Oh god while on the subject of hre injury my brain read "drilled into my head" and my immediate thought was OH GOD THAT POOR MAN.

But then I realized you were not swapping stories and that I am a dumbass. Carry on.

Never, EVER underestimate the stupidity of the United States people. Seriously. Look at our Congress and tell me that nobody is that stupid or ignorant.

"It's not wild chicken" is so beautiful. It's one of those verbal paper cuts that are so hard to pull off

OMG THAT LAST ONE

this one reads like a B-movie feste...

I don't even have exterior genitalia and I could feel my bits climbing even further up into my abdomen as I was reading that story. Holy shit in-deed.

She once won with a semi-automatic pistol.

She plays Russian Roulette with 5 chambers loaded.

"She tourniquets her arm at the elbow with an ice pick and towel, washes the blood off, puts the offending knife onto the gas fire, heats it to a nice brick red and...wait for it...cauterize her own arm."

In her spare time, the chef from David's story enjoys Russian Roulette, eating glass, and arm-wrestling silverback gorillas during their mating season.

Ladies and gentleman, I give you the tale of Saint Basil Fuckoff, the patron saint of waiters and bartenders.

Jesus, that manager in the 4th story is a real sociopath. How would it even make your scheduling easier to only plan one night ahead, at 4am? Do people just plain enjoy making their employee's lives miserable, for fun?

We need to get that last chef on here. She sounds great.

Finally! Someone with the courage to affirmatively identify the restaurant without playing silly guessing games like "it's named after a town that's in the same state as another town that provided the name for a famous soap opera" or some equally asinine riddle.