Once, as a teenager, I worked for a couple hours as a favor to my friend’s dad, handing out free samples of this really terrible energy bar at Costco. People will eat literally anything if it’s free and in a small accordion paper cup. This bar tasted like dirt rubbed in poo with some raisins in for a hellish texture…

Your excuse for needing to recline is babyish, and then you call people who don’t like people who recline babies. If you’re too crippled to handle respecting people around you pay for first class.

What if the person behind you is 6’4” (or taller) and reclining even a tiny bit crushes the shit of their knee caps. Recliners can get fucked a trillion times over.

You should be sorry. Check your bag. You not having to check a bag is not more important than other people who follow the rules not having room for theirs.

That Dries Van Noten sounds incredible. Thank god the store is farther uptown.

“Can I buy that lipstick?” “Sure, I’ll put it on your bill”

“We don’t abide by the European rules and have no real governing wine body so we call sparkling wine whatever we want in the U.S. However in Europe you are correct.”

“Sure, it is silly that he didn’t know what neat meant”

I know that, legally speaking, Jim Beam is a whisky, but really, it isn’t.

You know from reading this column that food service workers put up with a LOT, from bosses, co-workers and especially customers. Probably the worst part of it all though, is how dehumanizing it is. As a server, you’re a regular person with a unique personality, people who love you and hopes and dreams and feelings.…

Calvados is definitely apple brandy. But it’s delicious, smooth, mellow, and not too sweet, not like those “flavored brandy” crap sugar bullshit things.

You’re absolutely right. The bartender should’ve known what “neat” was, and should have had some idea how much to pour. However, asking for “whiskey,” without any specification as to whether one means Scotch or bourbon (or, for that matter, rye), is an ordering problem. They’re bartenders, not mind-readers.

Thank you. After reading the part about the bartender not knowing what “neat” meant in context, I thought the story would make sense.

However, the bartender, hearing only “whiskey”, picked up the two most popular whiskeys in the world, Bourbon and Scotch. What on Earth did the patron want? Some Rye? If that’s the case,…

Judging from the killer combination of Groupon, 1-star Yelp review, and “I usually am a great tipper, but...”, it has to be a troll. Has to be.

I’m so tired of this. Bourbon is whiskey. Scotch is whiskey. Irish whiskey is whiskey. Canadian whiskey is whiskey. Blended American whiskey is (barely,) whiskey. Pretty much, if it’s a distilled spirit made from grain and aged in a barrel, it’s whiskey. Each of the types have their own rules about what it takes to be…

I am realizing I’m probably someone else’s abjectly terrible restaurant employee story.

As the gf/author of the thirsty waitress (so glad there is a term for this now) I wish I had let her have it. But at 17, I was a chicken.

There’s a city in central Massachusetts that is called Worcester. Despite the spelling, it is pronounced “Wooster.” This leads to many people who have never seen it written having no idea how to spell it, and people who have never heard it said out loud having no idea how to pronounce it.

Dior Addict is a classic sexy, spicy bitch.

Yes yes yes!!!