She actually kept the bucket folded up in her purse? That just makes it worse.

I dip my fries in honey mustard usually, ranch only if it’s the non-bottled stuff, but I’ve never needed 8 ounces of either.

I do like a good house made ranch but gah 8 oz of the stuff is way overkill.

Yes they do. They really, really do want that much caramel. I can barely look at caramel now, and I haven’t worked at a Starbucks since 2003.

I have a special hatred for the caramel people because our store manager made us charge for extra caramel so I had to listen to these people whining about how it was unfair. Of course in the end they gave in and payed for the extra, and sadly none of them kept their promise of never coming back.

People who are that dedicated to getting free stuff intrigue me. I can’t imagine keeping a popcorn bucket and dragging it with me to the theater every time I went to see a movie.

I agree. I used to work with a woman, who happens to be four years older than me, who had to go out and buy a shirt that was appropriate to wear to a funeral. I’m not saying you have to have a closet full of high fashion wear, but by your mid-40s you should own at least one shirt that isn’t a graphic tee in case you…

I may have to look.

OMG the caramel people drove me insane.

Because in the U.S. way too many adults have forgotten how to adult, and way too many of those same people have bought into the whole “the customer is always right” bullshit.

Why can’t I ever find jobs like that? I could do that so well.

Oh that sounds so gross.

What the fuck were they thinking indeed?

Oh God that’s terrible.

My parents weren’t at my wedding, but my mother did decide that calling me to tell me that after that afternoon I would no longer be part of the family was a good idea. I politely told her it had been nice knowing her and hung up. My husband called her back and asked her if she had really thought her actions through…

I always wonder what my family would have been like had my father and his brother and sister cut their mother out of our lives.

By text is shitty as well. I dated the same guy for seven years and still sat down and broke up with him to his emotionally and verbally abusive face.

One guy had his best friend dump me for him. The worst I did was toss his spare car key at him. WTF with these guys?

Saturday night was a late night for my household so we woke up late and decided that Sunday breakfast should be something from the local Hardee’s drive through. Upon our return home our food was overcooked to the point of being inedible. The last thing my groggy, caffeine-deprived self wanted to do was head back out…

Doesn’t it just? I still occasionally try to figure out what exactly was supposed to be funny about that “joke” after 20+ years, and I’m still at a loss.