I have to go to work tomorrow. #RupertsFault
I slipped on some ice on the sidewalk today. Thanks a lot, Rupert.
I worked for a truly douchebag major media outlet in 2008-2009.
I'm not sure I understand your post. What I read is "If I did run a restaurant, I wouldn't care about reviews from any site, no matter how powerful. However, I am now a professional reviewer for money and now I think owners of restaurants owe me stuff to keep me from giving them bad reviews. Or else."
Do you make monogrammed thermoses, too?
I think it's totally fair to follow-up the initial question with an "are you sure" regarding stock used in a soup. In this case, though, they didn't get all smartass until the person CONTINUALLY asked including naming specific animals — like Blanket said below, at a certain point you either don't eat there or just…
Ha - it's a inside joke from an earlier post from months ago on Kitchenette, where some customer in a restaurant was a big dickbag and was like, "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I SELL MONOGRAMMED COFFEE THERMOSES" or something like that.
Yep. My husband brings home the best stories from his job. He works at a fancy resort restaurant in Marin County California and all kinds of douche happens there. It is always the "normal" people who are the jerks. They had an entire crowd of A-listers for a birthday party once (and I do mean A-listers) and they…
I work with people AALLLLLLLLL day. I have a finely developed appreciation for people who take no shit from those people and a keen respect for management that doesn't throw itself into every mud puddle so the customer can walk all over them and their staff. The customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is a…
So I had to create a burner to tell the "Scooter Story". Only my family and my oldest friends know of this. When I was 11 years old I got a *RAZR* scooter for Christmas, **are because it was a knockoff brand(this detail will become important later).
My brother is 9 years older than me. Once during the summer when I was like 11/12/13ish I was complaining to him that I was bored during the day, and his suggestion was "Oh, you know what you can do? Take hairspray and press the nozzle, then hold a lighter right in front of it. Instant blowtorch!" I was horrified, and…
When I was a teenager:
I was in my friends apartment building with a few people, we had some drinks and decided to knock on peoples door and run away. When I ran away, I slipped on spilt alcohol in the stair landing and broke my foot, and then continued running away, which resulted in an even worse break.
Another time,…
Look, I applaud the effort, but you actually have to die to win a Darwin Award.
With my luck I would end up breaking off the air supply and suffocating.
You should probably invest in one of those giant bubbles to protect yourself from now on
I so wish I could say I've never gotten shampoo in my urethra.
But have you ever licked an electrified fence? Because I have. Once.