Finally, we cooked them a well done steak which they pronounced to be “Just what [they] ordered. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

My worst case of this was when I was working at an Old Country Buffet.

Any sympathy for her should dissapear after she purposefully pours soda all over the condiment area. After that, she should have been forced by security to clean it up herself while they ate her fries with ketchup poured directly on them.

Or if the fries come in a cardboard basket or tray, you can shove them aside a bit and put the ketchup in the corner, something I've done more than once simply to avoid dealing with an extra container to carry.

Put. It. On. The. Fries.

1/4 of the stories were really really horrible.

I’m all for a watered down version of this: everyone gets one free bitchslap a week. Choose carefully, you’ll have to wait until Sunday for your new allotment :)

Later stages of the disorder manifest with cravings for large quantities of caramel syrup. Only one case of recovery has been documented, in a patient who later procured an apology pizza.

Nothing makes me more furious than people who say this line to other people. NOTHING.

The problem with that is that everyone assumes the sign is meant for Other People, not them. It’s a mystery, but it’s true.

yesterday i went out of town with a friend to an outlet mall and when we were done shopping (in the south, on a sunday afternoon) there were two options for a sit down meal between the mall and the highway. we chose cracker barrel. i knew it would be a special kind of hell.

Yeah, I’d be irritated if all the condiment cups and other options were out, but I certainly wouldn’t take it out on a harried concessions worker the way she did. And I wouldn’t pour soda all over a concession stand for some poor soul to clean up or for other fans to deal with. That’s just rude.

The brain, which we often think of as the source of higher thought and reason, is divided into various regions. One of these regions is the brainstem, which plays a vital role in the regulation of the body’s various functions such as breathing, metabolism, and locomotion.

It’s okay, pal, we all have a brainderp once in awhile. Let me bring you something red and crunchy in a monogrammed thermos to cheer you up.

Me neither. I’m hoping the author is around and can explain. I was thinking about the Sunday morning pre-church rush for caffeine (particularly when close to a staid Methodist or Presbyterian church whose minister may tend to drone). Or maybe the Wednesday night post-church rush for sugary snacks after the Baptist…

Gotta admit sympathy for the lady at the ball park. God forbid they actually make a reasonable accommodation for people who want something to put the ketchup in after spending $4 on shitty fries. Not trying to blame the poster for his company’s awful policies, just expressing empathy for the woman.

Most of these folks are, indeed, just stupid. But the cappucino lady and the ketchup lady are just plain awful human beings. I pity their families, their coworkers, and anyone else who is unfortunate enough to come in contact with them.

There was one “mesquite barbecue” entree, and the wife says to him “OH, mesquite! That keeps the mosquitoes away.”

No, they always got medium rare with no pink in it, they would never eat steak medium-well or well-done, they wanted medium-rare with no pink in it.