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I’d have loved if OP just silently picked up the mashed potatoes with her hand and put them back on the plate.

It...It’s absolutely normal and expected to bus your own table at fast food restaurants like Arbys.

No one can mandate cleaning up your table—it’s just a decent thing to do if you have working arms and aren’t an asshole. And this site clearly demonstrates that most people have a hell of a time even with basic tipping; there’s not many who would even think about offering extra to show their appreciation or preference

Yeah, I meant there is no excuse for the family to be crappy people to you guys.

Somehow can’t edit my post. Either way, I dunno. I’d sleep in the corner. Anything to not miss a last word or a last look. I have tons of faith in medical professionals, and I’d never at all presume to tell them what to do, and I wouldn’t ask a damn thing from them other than what they’re already doing. But please

I’m no kind of medical professional. I would be totally sensible and let the doctors do anything they wanted, but I’m pretty sure it would take a crowbar to pry me out of that room if you wanted me to go home and leave my parents alone if they were in serious condition. If they died in the middle of the night without

“Was that so hard?” = “The situation has been resolved to my satisfaction, but I’d still like to start a fight about it.”

I feel like Pinkham should frame this post and put it on his wall because if just one person learns to be a better food service customer because of this he’s done a holy thing.

General Zhukov: Comrade, we have just captured Berlin!

At the Big Green Mermaid, we were trained to bend over backwards, with a smile, and cup everyone’s balls while they fucked us without lube.

She said again “JUST WIPE THE TABLE, AND MAKE SURE NO NUTS TOUCH MY FOOD!”

And something needs to happen on the end of corporate restaurant managers - learn to say the word no to customers. Have a spine. If they want something that’s unreasonable, don’t sugar coat your explanation of why you aren’t going to do something with so many platitudes that they can no longer understand you’re saying

That and “Let me educate you.” Both those phrases basically push the MURDER EVERYONE button in my lizard brain.

It starts with “P” and rhymes with “Apa John’s”? So, you worked at Parappa John’s, too? Man, I loved the food there, but that little rapping dog wasn’t a very good boss.

Man nothing ruins an old racists day like being nice to someone. I work in a bakery in an area with a large middle eastern/indian population. Because of this, we have little displays for non-cracker ass holiday events like little eid al-fitr cakes and a nice spread for diwali. EVERYTIME while we get a slew of happy

I have to say, BCO has spurred two important changes in the way I act in restaurants.

Few things are more annoying than whiny little turds who won’t eat anything other than nuggets. Maybe the parents that enable them...