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patriciaswenson

Your story reminds me of the time my 96-year old grandmother started crying in the back seat when my family was driving 40 miles to Madison, Wisconsin. My Dad had said “We should be there in about half an hour,” and she started sort of cry-laughing, and it turned out it was because she was remembering being a little

For a customer it's not at all. It's just for the staff I think. As long as you're ok with everyone thinking you're a stroke victim go ahead. (Pc police: there is nothing wrong with being a stroke victim, I was making fun of the lady who complained)

JUST. HIT. REWIND.

This is like how customers at the movie theater used to helpfully tell me to “just hit rewind on the VCR” when something would go wrong with the movie and we’d have to cut the film and jump forward. We literally had to start keeping pictures of what our projection systems looked like to convince these people that

It’s basically what other people have said, prawns with a ketchup/horseradish sauce mixture. They go really well together. As for the cocktail, it is sometimes served in a cocktail or martini glass. Wikipedia claims that this happened during Prohibition (alcohol was illegal in the United States for a period of time

I had dental work done a couple months ago, and by the time it was over I was starving, but they had told me not to eat anything crunchy or hard. So my husband is driving me home, I am drooling to beat the band, and I think of something I want to eat, only I realize that I can’t because it is crunchy. So I moan, I

Walgreens seems to have the person at the checkout yelling “Welcome to Walgreens” as you walk in the door (at least the few by me).

Yeah. when I say “I want shrimp cocktail” I am talking about eating shrimp till I am full. Preferably in my own home. Where no one can judge me. And I don’t care if the ocean calls and says they are running out of shrimp.

“I viewed it as harassment and wouldn’t comply. So yeah, not a good employee.”

...that’s not cocktail sauce at all then. More like a lame fry sauce.

It wasn’t the worst and I kind of feel that most jobs available to people at that age are working for toolboxes. And to be fair I wasn’t the best employee because of the specials policy. They asked me to greet people and tell people the special deals, which I didn’t like to do (in general I don’t like doing work that

I was about 18 or 19 and working at Blockbuster in the summer of 2003. By that time they had basically gone to 90+% DVD rentals as opposed to VHS so were selling off their VHS stuff for cheap. The deal was 3 for $9 or something like that. It was a Friday night (busy) and it was just me and the manager who was a 40+

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Well, once you read it you will learn you can go into any restaurant and get one! You may have to make your own cocktail sauce though...

I once got fired from a job at a bookstore. It was a second job that I would come to after a day of working with elementary school students (little) who had special needs. I am 6’0 so was constantly bending down to talk to them/transport them. Anyway, while shelving a large amount of books on the bottom two rows I

I haven’t even read the post yet. Just wanted to say that now I want shrimp cocktail. Like, ALL of the shrimp. Thanks.

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

First: people who leave one-cent tips who don’t have dementia or something that makes them unaware that’s a dick move need to have that lone, pathetic penny shoved where the sun don’t shine.

A whiteness of teenage girls ordering frappuccinos.

I was in a Starbucks yesterday and a gaggle of teenage girls, (I feel like gaggle isn’t right for teenage girls. A flock? A murder? A murder.) a murder of teenage girls came in behind me. As I finished my order, the barista (who was a treasure of a human being and recommended a kick-ass fruit sauce for baked brie)