Agreed. I hope they find out a gay man (me) is admiring them.

Someone get a cinderblock.

So...what, they’re doing their impressions of their favourite confederate soldiers?

those are some pretty good butts tho

Do you ever just...wonder? Like, how do they manage at universally awful places like...the DMV? Or traffic court? Or the doctor’s office? Or waiting for surgery?

Don’t forget that nothing goes with red, crunchy puree like a nice cold glass of Piglio Griglio!

Tomato soup with croutons in a monogrammed thermal soup mug?

The best manager I ever had was not in food service, but in a customer service job nevertheless. When a customer was a real jerk - and it only happened twice in the four years I was there - he said “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to stop abusing my employee and leave. You don’t seem to be someone we are going to be…

I used to work for a bar owner who would greet every customer who wanted to make a complaint with “Before you tell me what happened, I just want to be very clear that it is against company policy to give free drinks, under any circumstances.” 99% of people simply walked away without making a complaint.

oh a thousand times this!

Good because I only eat saved bread. It’s better for you!

it’s just SO WEIRD i dont think i would have done anything

Maybe she WAS a woodland nymph who had become incontinent due to age and was leaking. Those rose petals might have been nymph poop

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People tend to gloss over their own poor behavior when rehashing the story to management. I’ve seen it happen. Amazing what a slight change of tone or seemingly minor omission can do. Suddenly “threw paper towel at her” becomes “handed her my paper towel to throw away.”

I keep clicking the star but the number isn’t getting higher...

i like that, when asked what she was fired for, her literal answer can be ‘i threw away some trash’

Not red dye, just red. Jesus, are you trying to kill somebody? I want to speak to your manager.

In the last couple years of my grandma’s life, she stopped giving any fucks and would wear slippers out to dinner. She would get up from the table the very instant she finished her food and race out to the car, no matter where in the meal the rest of us were. And she upped her one glass of Sauvignon blanc with ice…

The woman then said “I don’t eat anything pureed”—apparently her reason for needing whole potatoes.