kelebex
Kelebek
kelebex

Like my avatar, I believe in aggressive passive-aggressive social policing.

*Iron Chef Chairman mode*

If memory serves me correctly, Venmo has an option where you can announce your payments on social media. Definitely do that, and make sure you mention the reason.

“Poppy just sent Thrifty Misty $3.87 for her share of a round of pumpkin spice lattes from Know-Nothing Nancy’s Cavorty Forty

That’s not how being a manager works. You’re responsible for the appearance of your staff. If I wore assless chaps to work (even though my dress code doesn’t specifically outlaw assless chaps) it would be someone’s job to tell me not to do that because although some establishments are fine with assless chaps, this one

He’s the manager, looking over the employees appearance is part of the job. It’s also his job to say something if an employee is wearing something inappropriate which means it kinda looks like he’s incapable of doing his job.

I’m more of a Seventh-Day Assventist.

Doctor suspected a nasty case of salmonella. High fever (103) is rare with norovirus. But yeah, it was easily one of the most unpleasant experiences of my life.

The sickest I have ever been came from a bout of food poisoning I got when I was in college.

What should I do if I suspect a restaurant gave me food poisoning?”

Sorry I called you fat, buddy.

When he got his replacement glass of red wine, she should have reached over, dumped the wine on him and said "There we go, now we're even".

I have watched enough Peoples Court to be an expert on this sort of thing.

You only wear the Kimono when visiting a widower with three kids, and a niece with a pet panda; while looking for your missing husband and son who went away on a martial arts training trip ten years ago. HTH.

No. They offered you an apology (OP claims it was half assed, but I’m guessing they are another moody unsatisfiable, so it was probably more sincere than they let on) and that is all the social contract requires. It is irritating, but life is full of irritations. I swear people get so hung up on such minor things;

Reading this tonight made me feel better since I spilled my water glass tonight at dinner. Granted it was only water, but also everyone (myself, my companion, and the staff) were helpful and nice about the situation. Man, it sure is nice to face an accident with graciousness and acceptance rather than stew over it so m

But what if I’m carrying a katana instead of a rapier? Do I have to wear a kimono?

Ask The Salty Waitress: Do you have a time machine I can borrow?

I don’t like feckless people.

Hindsight being 20/20, you could have insisted at the time that the guy pay to replace your outfit (with some pizzazz, too, like standing up in the middle of the restaurant and shouting, “I demand satisfaction!”).

Does the klutz who spilled red wine on my clothes owe me?”