SOMEONE SAVE BREAD, PLEASE....

I finally quit my retail job this year... a bit prematurely, but I'm surviving. But my main motivation was to not be there on Black Friday. Come Thanksgiving I'm just going to eat like crazy and not leave the house on Friday for anybody.

During high school I washed dishes in what passed for a fancy seafood restaurant in my outer-borough neighborhood. The entrees came out with a twice-baked potato and a little mini-bowl of vegetables. The owner instructed us that if potato or vegetable came back untouched we were to give it to the cook so he could…

This one is actually a good server/bad manager story. My sister-in-law loves to eat at this local restaurant that serves some amazing Spinach & Artichoke Dip. They are also the kind of place that is open until 11pm, but doesn't really have customers past 9. We came in around 9:30, ordered our usual, only people in the…

Did anyone check if those steak people were werewolves? Did they ask if the silverware was stainless steel? I wouldn't go out on a full mo0n around that city.

So, I'm a fat chick, so sometimes I buy ON's plus size stuff, sometimes I buy their straight sized XXL stuff. Let me tell you something: while they no doubt have some special tailoring on some plus items, a lot of it really is just the regular stuff scaled up. That's precisely why I can do an XXL or whatever random…

I politely let him know that I could have asked the kitchen to skip the red if he had asked me before the meal was prepared but that I was unable to accommodate him after he had started eating.

I normally serve mine in a beer batter but only to my guests that are 21+.

I am not very much pro-choice. I am completely pro-choice. I don't think a woman should ever be forced to undergo a procedure that will likely kill her to safeguard a fetus. If it is out in the world, it is a child. If it is in a womb, it is a fetus. In my world view, woman will always trump fetus.

I've tried to read the article twice and each time I have to stop because I feel like going into a screaming fit.

That pissed me off so much, too. I manage a restaurant and any time someone mistreats any of my employees, I have no problems kicking them out immediately and calling the cops if necessary. I'm a 5'3'' woman, but my workers say I'm very scary when I'm angry at an abusive customer and they love watching me take care…

Out of all the bad behavior in the roasted chicken story, the manager's reaction has me burning up the most. You are paid to deal with that conflict. I hope that waitress ended up somewhere better.

In college I went out with friends once and refused to get up from the table until they left a reasonable tip (they were my sorority sisters from a small multicultural Jewish sorority...). They claimed bubbie saaid you could tip 10% before tax (and this was after her being one of those shitty picky diners who complain…

I'd say it's far more likely that the woman was in such a rage lather that she didn't want to admit she was wrong. One thing I've learned in life is to never blame malice when stupidity is just as good of an explanation.

That's when a guy walks up with the missing forty dollars and tells the woman it was on the floor by their table. To which she says "bullshit" and storms out saying that I'm a fucking thief. Moral of the story is, don't give small children lots of cash.

I imagine that guy probably paid out of his own pocket to make the…

My moment of food (somewhat related) absurdity:

I legitimately would not have been able to bring myself to get mad about the bread basket, and that is coming from a former waiter. Those people sound amazing.

Right? I got boobs around 6th grade; I have lived with them for 26 years, give or take. They aren't that interesting, people! They are just additional surface area to which to apply soap at bath-time. My boobs are marginally less interesting than a sandwich and an "Us" magazine.

A coworker of mine waited on a woman who accidentally left with the copy of her credit card receipt the listed the tip. She apparently checked her credit card statement and realized she'd only been charged for the original bill. So she showed up a week later with a note explaining how mortified she was that she'd…

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