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atlanta bread company is WAY better than panera

A few weeks ago I was at my favorite bar with my GF and a few friends. the GF and I are pretty well known to the staff and they always treat us well when they're not busy but this night they were pretty swamped. we said our hellos, sat down, and ordered. I got one of their burgers which while that night was somewhat

Yeah, those imbeciles who can never remember which place they're ordering from were always some of my favorites. The best ones were those who, no matter how many times you corrected them, continued to do the same damned thing. Every. Time. I had one who would even pay for her meal with a check, and

Why do people argue so much and so ferociously when they are SO VERY WRONG? At a previous summer job I had people scream at me because I didn't have their booking, only to find out they had made it at another resort. It happened so often that I had the other resort on speed dial and when the fury started I would get

There was a little Thai place near my work where you could eat a big lunch special with drink for about $10 to $12, which is about as cheap as you can get in this area. I was always polite and said thank you and please, and all the stuff my mother and grandmother drilled into me, and tipped 30%. So, of course, I

1) I used to work at a place where we had one regular who would order his toast completely burned through, like charcoal. He'd specify that he wanted it "so burned it is probably a carcinogen"

My stepmom always wants her steaks well done, her bacon charred and her toast utterly and completely black. She must look like a coal mine inside.

I haven't yet had a story I feel was worth submitting, but after a year at an Atlanta Bread Company (think Panera but the food is actually pretty good) I've collected a few smaller stories.

I just sneezed and got a fun panty favor

Hey guess what, I'm a vet, and I served with ALL KINDS of douchebags. You must be one of those right-wingers that think we want and/or need people like you kissing our asses all the time and serenading us with Toby Keith while throwing "Support Our Troops" magnets at us. We don't. We are not that stupid and don't

(yes, in the Mustang...I know, shoot me, but she did her job and I alway kept her clean and maintained, as I still do now)

i am having some really strong emotions, and part of them are from period feels and part are from franzia.

so down to laugh at virtually anyone

I want to like the aftermath scene with Catherine because the actors are so good and a lot of what she says to Mary is so good, but.....

This is just a dressed up "boys will be boys" argument. Nobody thinks that there's a switch that can be flipped to end male on female violence. I am talking about framing our discussion about violence in such a way that puts the responsibility for it on the person responsible, which is the abuser, not the victim. Only

"we also should teach young girls how to avoid risky situations"

She was writing him up for failing to perform because he didn't wait on a NIP customer who clearly wanted help. I breastfed for a few years, sometimes, it was the only way I was going to get ANYTHING done. So, yeah, I expect everyone to be fucking grown-ups when I need help/service and am asking for it. What if I had

And the countdown begins! I have one more week of work at the job I quit last friday. I am so happy that I actually made a bunch of cupcakes tonight to take in tomorrow as a parting gift. I have met so many wonderful people there and I love cooking for people. It's crazy, I love the people but the work made me crazy

June's almost over and it's starting to hit me that I move in about a month. It's both frightening and exciting, because I'm pretty much all here by myself and have to move myself across two states by myself. I've been taking inventory and think I should be able to put my furniture in a U-Haul truck along with my

Jesus fucking Christ learn to use the shift key.