I can’t edit my comment to add - I doubt he’s a former employee because as a former employee of many a food/service establishment, I’d rather put my face under the steam wand of the espresso machine than be such an asshole to my fellow coffee-slingers. And if he’s a former employee, he can shove the steam wand up his…

God, I’m having Cineplex flashbacks where I’d be running ragged getting floats for box and supplies for candybar and then doing the deposits and you know RUNNING THE WHOLE PLACE and particular managers would get on my ass for something completely stupid and mundane while they stood at the door ripping tickets.

I used to flag the fuck out of jackasses like these. I do not miss working in a public library.

Ok, I need to hear his response now.

He’s going to be the person we point to and say THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

Or he’s just an asshole.

Starbucks scammer, street eating scumbags, both drive thru biatches.

Meanwhile, imma cry into my ramen and student loans.

OMG I don’t like pie crust either but I do love apple pie. I am doing this.

3 friends and I used to make these after school when we were in grade 8 or so, except we’d fill them with tomato sauce, pepperoni, and cheese. Crunchy pizza sandwiches.

Ask this dude where he read your post and illuminate us all on what planet these people are on.

So it’s safe to assume these people have never seen this video

I had a classmate who had the last name Noone. Someone called his house and asked for him mom, “Is Mrs. No One there?”

Crown Royal is a hobo drink, dressed in a pretty velvet dress in order to disguise itself.

So. Much Slapping. Needed. Anyone who takes a hissyfit because of their own poor math skills needs to shut up. It reminds me of this. http://verizonmath.blogspot.ca/

I’m having endless, endless flashbacks of my food service days. So much stupid. I need a drink.

Bulk Barn in Canada rents those things out, you should start doing that!

Your kid sounds awesome. My little bro was a bit like that, buying every Starfrit thing and breadmakers and potato-ricers and candy thermometers...until he went vegan and puberty turned him into an asshole.

I did too. I lasted a bit more than you. Now I have a box full of plastic boxes and kawaii accessories.