It would be nice to have bridges that didn’t just keep falling the fuck down.

I referred to it as a “crab bucket,” actually—a concept I picked up from Terry Pratchett. It is absolutely a crab bucket.

I’ve been contemplating writing a longer “why the arguments that increasing the minimum wage will lead to all fast food jobs being replaces with robots are horseshit” post for a while now. I might do that for Saturday.

Remember, there’s no magic wage threshold for restaurants to replace employees with robots. The point employees will be replaced is “when the technology exists.” And only when a touchscreen can handle your 92 year old Aunt Nona’s electronic device incompetence without employee assistance is the day human order takers…

The “drop ID in the mail” thing is technically true, in that the post office treats the ID as non-mail found in the mailbox and makes an effort to return it to the owner. At the library we regularly get packages of library books that someone dropped in a mailbox, and with only the library stamps as a guide, they’ll…

Ah. After the last the last couple of weeks, these stories are sooooo satisfying. This:

Take thier id then, thats what bars do when you want to open a tab and not paying with CC.

I’m imagining the Carl’s Jr. employee launching through the window like Amethyst on Steven Universe.

WHY WOULD YOU SPIT ON YOUR SERVER. WHY. WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE DOES THAT.

I never understood why resturants charge after the meal. Most people pay with CCs today, why not at least do the same thing some bars do, take the CC at the begining and run a tab, they can’t walk out without paying that way.

I watched from the corner as Sara took them their wine glasses. And I watch as she tottered over with a large, fruit-filled pitcher of sangria. And I watched as she lifted the pitcher high over the wretched woman’s head...and dumped it all over her.

Seriously? Someone in your party is having a medical emergency and you thought it was hunky dory to sit there and stew about your waitress?!? Servers are not EMTs, and maybe she was at the mercy of a slow/slammed bartender. Call 911 or at least get up and go to the bar yourself, but don’t pin it on the server. There’s…

Oh. My. Gawd. That’s appalling :/ And I’m sure there will be jobs for scientists as soon as we get rid of Tony Abbott. I promise, we’re working on it.

You guys are getting really creative with the insults tonight. I love it.

Go to work for that place that throws bread, and you can throw stuff back at them.

Mr. Nesbitt has learned the first lesson of not being seen: not to stand up.

Do these people think that’s a teaching moment? Like “oh, I’ll show you, server person, with this super unnecessary comment on the check”? Because all it teaches me, folks, is that the world would be better off if you were eaten by dragons.