I actually got to take home an entire slab of roast beef once, because it was about to expire.
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Delivery van? I wish. We used our personal vehicles. After this incident I began doing precisely that. I’m a rule follower at heart, so it took something insane like this to get me to disobey company policies.
Yes, it was Jimmy Johns. The straw policy was one of many asinine policies. As a delivery driver, I never had to deal with him, but he treated the managers like garbage and worked them until they dropped. We went through roughly a manager every three months. Good managers too.
The librarian probably gives BJs in the back in between telling people to turn off their crockpots and bread machines...
We’re fairly near one of the last surviving pannekoeken huis restaurants, and their signature dish is the dutch pannekoken, an eggy variant on the pancake that can be served sweet or savory, breakfast or dinner. The things are delicious, and the restaurant’s insistence on serving them with margarine and the cheapest…
Yeah, it seemed like the idea was that you had to ask while ordering and if you didn’t think to then the owner’s evil plan to save one fourth of a penny came to fruition. Too bad sucker! Bwah ha ha!
“Gulping on dick” — the hit rap single coming to a store near you.
I CAN drink without a straw, but it’s uncomfortable because my front teeth are sensitive and the ice hurts them. And besides, who the hell brings you a carry out drink with a lid meant for a straw and doesn’t include a straw (repeatedly)?? I’m sure this a sandwich shop with the initials JJ, whose owner is pictured…
“How much cole slaw do you want? A kilometer? A hectare? Hurry up, my break starts in two liters.” - Dave Barry
I am surprised that Cafe Gratitude in LA isn’t making customers use a crystal to decide what to order.
Kilometers? Sorry, I’m an American; how many gallons is that?
I’m calling some some sort of sexual fetish on the chicken wing throwing thing.
That sounds suspiciously like the start of a porn.
I actually know a few people in Australia and have been meaning to find a way to visit. The gay rugby league had a big tournament there, two? years ago, but I missed it.
If a store had a policy not to give out straws, and I ordered to-go, I would be miffed. At my own home? Look, mom, I can drink out of a cup like a big person! That said, if I said I wanted something ordinary like a straw, and the server said the store management prevented them from providing it unless specifically…
As the resident blow job giver expert, I’ve never “gulped” on the dick. That seems... awkward and possibly painful for the dick involved.
I’m going with the finger pointer Chipotle asshole. Bonus points if the answer is also racist.
To be fair, the complaint is perfectly valid. I’d want a fucking straw too, though I wouldn’t drive down there and scare the employees to get one.
That said, she must give one hell of a blowjob.