I’m going to go out on a limb to defend this stupid, stupid woman. My guess isn’t that she has an allergy per se, but that nuts are a migraine trigger. And I hope to the flying spaghetti monster that she got one as a result of tasting the boyfriend’s food.

Not to defend the idiocy, but some Thai/Vietnamese/Chinese/Japanese places do cross the borders and offer food from all over Asia if not the world. One of my fave Thai places in Naples, Florida has great sushi. And my fave Chinese place has great french fries and chicken tenders.

And a lot of places, corporate places, have published allergy menus available at the host stand. These are an invaluable tool.

I love and eat cheese all the time, even if it often destroys my stomach. I noticed in France though, where I essentially ate my weight in cheese daily, my stomach was just fine. I wonder if there is something in the US pasteurization process. Drank a lot of great wine too...

I can imagine a scenario where the insurance company doesn’t pay out because a policy isn’t followed correctly. I’m in no way condoning the firing of the manager, however.

It is to a pregnant fast food manager. Shit, it is to me too.

Awesome commercial. I was about to express shock over Tip O'Neill doing a comercial, but then I remembered Bob Dole's Viagra commercial.

As a former waiter, port ALWAYS makes me giddy to talk about!

Ahhh, Blockbuster. So many late fees.

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Nice use of "general asshattery". Please post European stories!

This is the best part of Monday! Thanks.

I disagree with all except eating on the bus. Fuck you and your ripe repast.

You know what else keeps guac from going brown? Eating that shit all up right away. (And sometimes a metric fuck-ton of fresh limeand lemon juice.)

Yeah, I can see why Travis might be confused too.

I generally order perfect Manhattans; it's a standard order. Really any cocktail that is called "perfect" is asking for equal parts sweet and dry vermouth. Get out your Mr. Boston's before your next bartending gig!

But did you correct the server? I ask, because I wonder if this person just had a brain fart or actually meant to call them artichokes?

Yoghurt and granola here! (The "h" makes me extra-elitist.)

Some people spend their entire lives eating cereal out of those mini-boxes and a carton of milk, dontcha know.

Awww, but you punished her co-workers and not her.