marymotherofgoats
MaryMotherOfGoats
marymotherofgoats

I've had many of these conversations over the past several months. And I've been trying to sharpen my perspective on this problem, the problem of the "how do I help," question. I offer these comments with compassion and great respect for your commitment to children and families:

Just help. Just do what your

Your answer is exactly the problem I'm having. I asked an honest, sincere question. Your reaction was to insult me, while giving a thoughtful response. However, another person had a completely different answer and encouraged the question and gave an equally thoughtful response. Two different people, two highly

I'm glad to hear that he did not permanently injure this man (as I assumed for years), but he still doesn't deserve a pardon.

That's what I'd expect (and it was the case when I was a barista in Northern CA), but everyone who has ordered a brevé at my current place of employment has been super nice and almost embarrassed that they are getting 6-10 ounces of half-and-half.

I couldn't help but imagine Super-Relatable Friend-Guy Youth Pastor™ in Dave's story being played by Kirk Cameron in a made-for-TV version of the event. Only in said made-for-TV movie Dave would end up finding strength and piety in the loving embrace of Jesus Christ and stick with his job, become manager, inherit the

"Just wanna fountain drink? Sit down! Breadsticks. For the mouth part of your face."

Used to work in and manage coffee shops, and I can say from experience that pretty much every customer I ever ran across who ordered a breve latte was unpleasant in some way. There's just something about assholes and that particularly gluttonous drink.

You're insane.

Sure, but the immediate aftermath of all this pain is not really the best time to be highlighting that. It certainly points to a large issue we should be addressing but not the incident at hand.

You proved his point, you are a bitch. Ignoring the siren call of douchebags everywhere. The poor guy went home, wondering why bitches don't respond to his overtures.

Eh, I wrote a lengthy response before I realized that even if I provide you with countless examples, you probably still wouldn't buy it... The most recent incident that I can recall is going to a diner in NH as the only black person in a group of several people. I ordered a broccoli and cheddar omelette. Someone else

I'm pretty sure "breading" a cow is just a chicken-fried steak tbh.

I will never stop finding it weird that you guys call it "Maccas."

Fun fact, your body naturally produces formaldehyde and so there's already about 16 mg of formaldehyde in your blood.

And then he lied about the actions of his superior, saying the guy yelled at him and threatened him. Turned out had a recording proving he was lying. That's when he was finally fired. Then became police chief of a neighboring town.

So viewed, the record reveals that in July 1997, Roorda attempted to try to "cover" for another police officer by filing a report that contained false statements as to what happened during a suspect's apprehension and arrest.   As a result of this false report, all charges against the defendant involved were dropped,

"it is not the violent thugs burning down buildings that buy their advertiser's products"

So, let me get this straight: Missori cops want to punish black men for putting their hands up and saying "Don't shoot." Hrm.

These are all so good, and reminds of this time in Italy (here comes a customer perspective story):

Waiter, *angrily*: "Well, maybe I will come to your country then. And eat all of your bread!"