that is very mean. i think the concept of feeding something (particularly something that comes off an animal) to a person and lying to them about it is absolutely revolting.

re: coins: this is why i occasionally hate Canadian money. toonies ($2 coins) just make you feel like an asshole.
my friend got faux-offended at me the other day for leaving him toonies as a tip ($6 on three high balls...okay, they're coins, but it's not like they were quarters. it's what i had on me.) also, they dump…

to be fair, Wagyu is a breed of cattle, and no matter how lovely and special they are, the tougher and less desirable cuts on a cow are going to be just that—tougher and less desirable. cutting off a hunk of raw, fresh brisket and searing it is not going to produce a tender edible steak no matter how well-marbled and…

ohh dear. i have a weakness for breve lattes but i haven't had one since i quit being a barista because i'm too embarrassed to order one from someone else. 10% is indulgent. 30% cream just sounds revolting.

my favourite saying off-line is "the customer is frequently wrong, and sometimes they are also a belligerent asshole."

my workplace is just crawling with those people. i have to stand there, plaster my best fake smile on, and remember that being a snivelly, whinging, cheap asshole when your shoes probably cost more than my rent for the month....well, that's its own punishment.

Om.

Yes. This. I've been referring to it as the Great Northwest Hops Pissing Contest for years. IBUs =/= quality, you weird bastards, I'm sick of shying away from IPAs because I don't want my palate ruined for two days.

HAHAHAHA. <3

holy crap, i love your dad. ><

GIGGLE FIT. for some reason i laughed harder at this than anything else here. ><

i was mortified to admit that i bought $18 nail polish on a 40% off deal. and it's Butter lacquer, that shit is magic. FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS. i'd rather go eat steak and drink expensive scotch with that.

yep. because the second you are poor or on any kind of assistance, you lose the right to make your own financial decisions or own anything of any value. SMDH.

SNRK. i slipped laughing and got grilled cheese and ketchup all up in my lip piercing. well done. the first and last time i ate a sandwich on amtrak i think i lost my appetite for two days.

fielding confused questions is what we do. better to have a few confused or irate customers than to continue labeling something with a nasty racial slur.

ohhh it is maddening. and infuriating for people who genuinely have food allergies and are generally gracious about it. my dad is celiac and will just quietly ask for no bun with his burger, or not order the caesar salad, or skip the gravy if it's got flour. in recent years he's started to get an exasperated eyeroll…

it is known!

GAH. things i didn't know. off to pester my produce department into changing the signage!

well yes, the majority of plants are grown in some variety of poop. it works. they're talking about irrigation or rinsing water contaminated as such.

i believe that after 60 days they have determined that the really nasty bacteria will either have shown itself and ruined the cheese, or died off. depending on the nasties. that's my layman's terms understanding?

i'm stealing this the next time someone at work tries to make me eat one, despite being allergic.