I was spanked and I’m fine, though spanking did teach me how to properly hide information from my parents that might eventually result in my getting spanked. It’s just an objectively bad parenting strategy.

Between consenting adults, but only on BDSM Wednesdays of course. Otherwise its just tacky.

This happens all the time when I am out to brunch with my mom and we are catching up, mainly because I am deathly afraid of choking because I almost died from choking on something once. When it isn’t busy. That said, I usually feel bad myself, for being the freak with the crazy gag reflex. This article has been…

Elbow room.

Your situation is not uncommon. People are different, sometimes very different. In situations like you experience, I would try to adjust “how fast” I would eat the meal, so that I would finish at about the same time as the lady I was dining with would finish her meal. If I finished eating before her (or anyone else at…

We’re (servers) FORCED to pre-bus by management. I ALWAYS ask, and will respect the wishes of customers who do not want their plates cleared. I’m in no way rushing ANYONE, nor am I trying to make slow eaters feel bad. I’m simply doing what I have been told to do by management.

I know I am bringing the Wrath of Pinkham down upon myself, but a little context might help. The author didn’t “lose his shit” and this wasn’t an op-ed. The Post’s food writers each wrote a short piece on what bugs them in restaurants. The header acknowledged that these were completely First-world problems, and that…

I agree. He’s being a complete fartwad about it, and it’s very funny, but he’s right.

Technically, that isn’t on the server. If you want to go all Emily Post on this shit, it it the responsibility of the person who is eating their meal like a fucking shop-vac to slow their roll and eat like a human. It’s the same as if I am walking with my grandma. I slow down to her pace, because it is the polite…

NO NO NO NO NEVER DO THIS.

Professional chef and son of a French restaurant owner here: He’s right.

If I have an empty plate in front of me and your nibbling around the edges of your entree, forget the server, I want you to hurry up

Well for me I am klutzy and may get an armful of sauce or my kiddos might decide to spill it off the table, etc. At a nicer place though I’d think they would leave you alone unless you actively needed something.

Wait wait wait—I officially stopped stacking last year after 3 server friends told me how much they hate it when people do that. They said they have a specific and efficient way to carry plates and bus tables and it just makes it harder for them to do their job even when I think I’m “helping”. Is that not true?

I was taught to leave plates on the table until everyone is done that course, so that nobody feels rushed/like they’re holding up the rest of the dinner. I suppose it’s old-fashioned, and certainly nothing to lose your mind over. And it definitely matters less at a casual dining spot vs a stuffy old-school place.

The lies all seem to boil down “it wasn’t me” just like Shaggy said. Even if they got caught in the midst of actual fucking.

You know what the appropriate response is when a server asks to bus your table but you don’t want them to?

I... I just... I don’t want to judge because I once witnessed my psycho ex leave a club with his other girlfriend and walk toward his house, and he just smiled and waved at me and kept walking, and the next day I (confronted him with the irrefutable evidence of my eyes) allowed myself to be convinced again that they…

You’ve reminded me of the Susie Phipps case and her lawsuit to change her designation to white. She was determined to be 3/32 Negro and legally would have to remain colored. I think the law was changed later, but not made retroactive.

Super plush oversized Crown Royal sacks for all!