If you don’t tell at LEAST one person who asks “why is the steering wheel on the wrong side?” that you got the car for half price because ‘they put it together wrong at the factory,’ I will be sorely disappointed.

At my place, the night shift is scheduled until "close" which means almost nothing. We can't close the gate until we can get the campers to leave, and only after everyone other than staff is gone can we begin mopping and finish all of our side work. Several times, I stood around more than half an hour after my work…

Now, remember: It’s not just a hair cutting device, it’s a home hair cutting system...

I think on seeing all that go down I would have told the manager in no uncertain terms that the restaurant had lost my business, not only for giving in to a deranged asshat who assaulted a staff member, but because I didn't feel safe being there. She threw a pager at someone's head because she had to wait for a table,…

Let me preface this by saying yes its long, yes I was wrong for what I said, yes she was a fucking bitch and no I didnt feel bad.

Whenever I have someone claim to be a regular, they inevitably order something that we no longer carry. I take great joy in telling them that it's been off the menu for X years, and watch their eyes get big as they realize they are big fat obvious liars.

I will never forget the one time this family came in with a bunch of outside food for their kids to eat. This is a pretty big fucking NOPE in upscale dining, because these tend to be the people that also let their children mash grapes and Goldfish crackers all over the floor.

A-fucking-men. All of the rest of this nonsense witch hunt is giving me tsuris. The special snowflakes need to put in their big girl panties and get on with it.

It seems like children were the theme this week. I agree with one of the story's poster that I don't hate children, I hate parents. Not all parents, but the ones that seem to think that the world is their living room and discipline is some barbaric gesture. I was a pretty bratty kid growing up. I was the youngest of 4…

I looked hard at that one for a minute, and finally decided that the author meant that it was a small minority of regulars who didn't tip, but still proportionately a lot more than you'd be likely to see anywhere else, in his experience.

I never heard of fried mashed potatoes but they sound like a dream.

She likely had an allergy to food not covered in six or seven layers of pickles. So it wasn't her fault!

Hey, I'm not sure this is the right venue for this message, but as I don't have twitter (Luddite4life!) this will have to do. I assumed you taking a week off was for bereavement (and regardless if it was or not, sorry for your loss) but reading other comments that doesn't look like it's the case. I really enjoy what…

I do this a lot at stores and things if I'm in line behind someone who is acting a fool over nothing. I don't "read the riot act," per se, because that usually just makes them more angry, but I stand back there and say things like "Are you really doing this right now?" or "Your temper tantrum is wasting everyone's…

C.A. Pinkham,

FINALLY. The only reason I visit Jezebel. To merely comment on this popular series being featured once again.

That day, I learned that I don't hate kids. I hate parents.

Can we get a week of just horrible parents/kids stories? People with kids are the fucking worst

YES! I have been refreshing Kitchenette for the last hour.