I live in a town full of upper middles class families- although I’d say I’m medium middle, and there are people at all levels of income. However, the reputation is of a ‘rich town’. And I can easily be mistaken for the upper middle class housewife because of this reputation. If I were the second woman and my 7 year…

Mine ended with “..and then I quit after calling the bitch a pathetic power-tripping &#%^@.”

This was one of the darkest collections of customers in a long time. I’m going to need an hour of deer-and-bunny videos to clear out the sympathetic rage. And then I’ll grill the most perfect cross-hatch into a lunchtime chicken breast that you’ve ever seen.

We had one family friend that I just stopped going to restaurants with because he was such a tool, complaining about every aspect of the meal. (To make matters worse, he was actually a really good cook himself, which meant he could find fault with any damn thing.) My Mother would go with him occasionally, but she…

This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.

I wonder what the age range of the users of that app is, likely has an impact on the result.

It hurts sometimes to admit this, but once upon a time, I lived in a group home for children who were victims of long-term abuse. It’s hard for people who have never had their humanity so thoroughly reduced, but just having a few moments of being treated like a real human-being can give a person a sense of dignity…

That’s a bit low, actually.

*comes to Kitchenette*

I’ve got an autistic son, and the incidents of him being treated like crap in public far outweigh the examples of people being kind and understanding. This story makes me so, so happy.

Australia has a waffle deficiency probably because waffles aren’t actively trying to kill you. From what I understand of our upside-down neighbors, they only like things that are cute, deadly, a combination of both, and beer.

(Also, we’re actually very fond of our wildlife that’re intent on our gruesome murder. I don’t know why non-Australians are so weird about the concept - it should be familiar to anyone who likes cats.)

Jesus tapdancing Christ... How do you manage living on that island? Everything is trying to kill you AND waffles “aren’t a thing”?

This is totally the best part of working in human services. One time at our recovery center we threw a Halloween dance party with an actual DJ who volunteered his time. Tons of snacks, everyone dressed up, and our coworker masterminded the decorations like a boss. One of the attendees hugged me afterwards and said…

Many years ago at the group home for developmentally disabled teens where I worked there was a resident who really, really wanted to go to the best steak house in the city for his 18th birthday. He had behavior and anger issues, but was determined to earn that birthday dinner, and he managed it. So another staff…

Ha! My mom would love you. She made me so aware of safety rules that I can’t change lightbulbs without turning power off at the circuit breaker and donning safety glasses and rubber gloves. I always thought she made me too cautious until I was removing a compact fluorescent bulb and the butt jammed in the socket then…

I wish I had seen this call for posts before it went up. I’ve got a story I could have contributed about some real stupid and unsafe behavior of thatI myself am guilty of.

I saw a kid-waiter collision happen once at a restaurant. A group of friends / study partners from law school decided to go to dinner. It was a family-style Italian place and we ordered three family size plates to share among us.

Stories like this reinforce my feeling that I’m a good parent because I sure as hell wouldn’t leave my five-year-old daughter alone in any section of any store no matter how kid-friendly it supposedly is and if somehow she did end up opening stuff and damaging it, I’d pay for it, take her straight home and to her…