I love how she's mad at her 5th grade education. If she didn't have to tip, there would never be another instance in her whole life where a percentage needed to be calculated.

Also interesting to note she asks "what is too much?" before"what is too little?" This bitch has never been in any danger of tipping "too much", she's just spitefully, absurdly suggesting that this is a common problem.

How many times can it be said that if you can afford to eat out, you can fucking afford to tip? Not enough times, apparently. Jeebus. I love to tip. I loooooove it. I feel frickin' righteous about it. Sometimes, I tip my barista FIFTY percent, btw, even though she or he has spent a mere 60 seconds on my dirty chai tea…

The art of tipping is, for most people, really freaking annoying. How much is too much? How much is too little? Is this the only reason I had to learn how to calculate percentages in 5th grade?

The woman who asked her husband/boyfriend if he would take the time off to care for the baby...I wish I had thought to say that to my husband. It's pretty easy for men to want kids - pregnancy won't put their bodies through hell, childbirth won't split them in two, they won't be passed over for promotions because…

Of course they do. They don't have to be pregnant.

At one point, she asked if he would consider quitting his job to be a stay-at-home father given how much he wanted a baby. "That just wasn't the plan he had in mind," she said.

She must have hit the Piglio Griglio a little too hard before this event.

Heh heh... you said "shitty" and "Santorum" in the same sentence

My dad spouts this stuff and it makes my brain bleed, so I can't imagine how you could knowingly subject yourself to this.

It's not like she's the only one who thinks this stuff. It's so widespread that it's not funny, it's scary.

The fact that this loon is a retired schoolteacher scares the shit out of me.

I was underage for my entire time at UVA and got caught with a fake ID literally every weekend for four years. This story has me in a fucking rage. If anyone's reading this from Charlottesville with further info you want to get out, email me.

UGH I remember the struggle. Getting my DC license and transferring my car was actual torture. I have honestly contemplated burning down the southwest service center (which is in an ok neighborhood now but back in the day way very much not) in retribution

My cat died last week. I have a lot of work to do but I can't concentrate and the only reason I agreed to do the work is because no one else was going to do it so even when I do it, I'll do it with a sense of simmering resentment. Nobody washes up at work. I have no time to work on my art homework because of my work…

Trivial problem - coworker wants to have a meeting next week to discuss a task he was supposed to do several months ago. I mean, he did it, but he did it wrong, so he reassured me at the time that he figured it out and was going to fix it, and then I heard nothing. So now I have to sit through an hour long meeting of…

Getting a DC drivers license was fucking the worst thing in the world. I was just transferring my Georgia license to DC. That's it. I brought pay stubs for my DC job, my lease for my house in DC, bills for my DC utilities, my social security card, and my birth certificate. I went to the DMV five times in two days and…

I've just had a public mental breakdown over a spreadsheet and yesterday I got stuck in a new shirt and had to cut myself out of it.

The first one is fine, but for fuck's sake, don't do the second one. "Could I have more _____?" It's not hard. An extra few words is worth not feeling like you're being treated like furniture.

Can we have a round of applause for all of the awesome managers this week? There is nothing more satisfying than a manager that has your back when a customer is being an asshole.