“I turned it off after two minutes.” That. . .that’s not something you should tell strangers, sir. Save that conversation for your primary care physician. o_O

The guy is okay, but the woman is awful from the second she sits down. Nothing is good enough for her, she’s not ready to order when she says she’s ready, she won’t make eye contact—the sort of completely entitled person who thinks servers are lower than dog shit. It takes her a lifetime to make up her mind on…

A few nights ago, one of my Papa Johns co-workers fell down as he was about to put a pizza in the oven. Amazingly, he still got the pizza into the oven even as he was falling down. It was pretty remarkable.

Getting that tattooed on my BF’s penis, brb.

They came from an hour away with a thirst for loafage,

THE CAPTION

I would do anything for meatloaf, but I won’t do that.

I thought the same thing! But I did find this.

How these stories make me feel:

Sadly they stopped publishing the print edition of Jane’s Fighting Douches in 2005 when it went online and behind a paywall. I mean I can see why, the last edition ran to 20 volumes and they still had to publish 4 supplements that year to cover all the new developments in douchebaggery.

Well, it’s all about how much it can haul. Obviously, a doucheschooner hauls more than a douchecanoe, though both pale before the douchefreighter.

So is a doucheschooner like a douche canoe, but worse? Is there an established hierarchy of douchebaggery I can consult?

that would be the same chain i quit from in 1995 because i increased store sales by 10% in a month (i was a goooooood donut decorator) but they refused to give me a raise of 5 cents an hour. similar horrible management things like you described, and i only lasted the few months i did by virtue of working overnights…

Starbucks guy just set me off. I work (for over a year oh my god how/why) at a...rival coffee place also well known for their donuts (listen, I still work there so no name (yet)). The only reason I’m still sane is I severed the tendon on my thumb attempting to open a tub of hot fudge with an old fashioned can opener…