It goes both ways- pizza delivery drivers are a vital service to potheads, and they shouldn’t tangle with their Munchie Delivery System. Fuck that busybody who called CPS for no other reason than seeing kids’ toys in the driveway, but... bunch of college douche bros, stealing the delivery guy’s car? Fair fucking game,…

Pinkham’s Law: it’s right up there with gravity.

Are you for real...? THEY STOLE HIS CAR.

Lesson: Don’t steal someone’s car, even if they’ve left the keys in it.

In my previous job at an amusement park, after I clocked out I still had to walk through guests for about 10 minutes or so to exit the park. If they asked me a simple question, I would answer it. If they were looking for something more and nice about it, I would apologetically explain that I’m clocked out but would…

I would argue that tipping is not charity, though.

I picture one of those bottles jetting around that idiot kid’s kitchen like a rogue compressed air canister in an action movie. And possibly chasing him around the house while Yakety Sax plays.

Seriously. This is just depressing. I expect better.

Pinkham’s Law bringing out burner lawyers. This is amazing.

If “The platinum card is declined!” doesn’t become a Kitchenette meme like monogrammed thermoses, we have all failed.

And we all know how scrupulous restaurant bosses are about following those laws, & how supportive they are of servers who attempt to uphold them, right?

The Platinum Card story may be the only time that having a customer’s card declined was not a f*cking nightmare as a server. Bravo on that one working out for once.

Man, you guys are making the absolute laziest Pinkham’s Law attempt I’ve ever seen with this argument. Come on. You can all do better.

That woman needed a good punch to the crotch. If there are people already lined up when you enter the establishment, you take your place at the back of the line and wait. I don’t care how quick you’ll be or that you just need one small thing, get to the back of the line and wait your damn turn you entitled piece of…

My dad worked at a casino as the table director which meant he would get called into other department if there was a problem. They had a famous singer from the 50s and 60s there with his son and people to perform. His son is a huge prick to everyone to the point my dad had to talk to him. He actually said to my dad,…

Every single one of these. Especially the pizza one.