Disagree. The cattiness has nothing to do with her beliefs and everything to do with an explanation of her show that features a line like "And then I was on top of the lion and a guy, a random guy, just looked on me with a headset that I've never communicated with before..."

Depends how it's couched. If it's couched the way you're saying it here, that's fine. If it's people who just want to shout about how AWFUL I am for ENCOURAGING this sort of behavior and some shit about FELONIES, then...no. Not so much. Not really all that interested in what those people have to say.

Honestly, I think the two are a little apples and oranges.

I do think he understands your position. I think this blog may have a different purpose than you do. I view this blog as a place where people can share stories, vent, and commiserate without judgement or criticism towards them. Sometimes it's a place where people share in schadenfreude. People who share in that…

You realize comments like this make me want to post more of them, right? I have no sympathy for people who lose their shit over those stories. None whatsoever.

Rarely do I use "messing with food" stories — most of them aren't very entertaining. That one, both "my chicken BALLS" and the wink — especially the wink — made it wonderful for me.

"So it's gonna be forever,

Yeah, I'm just sitting here waiting for the inevitable wave of "omg you can't EVER mess with the food of a spiteful asshole who is seriously hurting your ability to make a living wage, obviously his chicken being un-balled is far more important than you being able to pay your rent" posters to charge in here. I think…

Based on the number of commenters who are ABSOLUTELY APPALLED that any server would mess with a person's food for ANY reason, that is ASSAULT and it is NEVER JUSTIFIED and LOTS OF OTHER WORDS IN CAPITAL LETTERS and other HORSESHIT, I'm going to assume a lot of people think no one would ever do this. Lol. OK.

My dad, who is himself a retail store manager (optician), is so fanatically pro-worker that not only has he tipped the full 20% even after a server spilled a pitcher of water on him, but he has — multiple times — waged private crusades against terrible restaurant managers on behalf of servers.

The only dating advice my mother ever gave me was "Never date a man who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter." It has served me well.

I'm a 20% tipper. You'd have to stab me in the face to get that knocked down.

They don't just want you to friendly, they want you to be subservient. Power tripping assholes.

My mother was working in a restaurant when she was 20, and she had previously warned the manager on numerous occasions about serious issues with the smoke hoods, and the air vent. The manager never did anything about it.

"As a palate cleanser for the last two weeks, please enjoy some stories of terrible customers receiving their just rewards."

"Short me fifty cents, huh? Short me fifty cents?! I'll show him fifty cents with my chicken BALLS!"

They're likely the same people who think telling women in public they're "prettier when they smile" is an act of civil nobility.

I seriously don't get the people who want an "extra friendly" server. Why isn't being pleasantly polite enough? The server is there to get your food, not to be your dinner companion, and it's not possible to muster conversation and extra smiles for every single table every night.

Should I talk about the time my mother accidentally burnt a restaurant down?

I won first prize in the 3rd grade "Reflections" arts contest for a really nice pastel sketch I did of my mom's Christmas cactus. Should I....send that ribbon onto Beyonce out of respect for art? Or do I get to keep it?