Well, not only am I diagnosed as ADHD, I also suffer constant social stigma due to my extraordinarily large penis.

"I didn't read the story, but it wasn't funny."

There will always be people who freak out at the idea of reading anything more than 10 sentences long. I'd venture to guess there is significant overlap between those people and the people who do the things depicted in the stories above.

I waited on tables years ago. Everyone knows parents are supposed to leave big tips. That is an an actual rule. I'm sure of it.

TL;DR version just for you:

Your grandmother might literally have been the devil.

Pretty sure it ain't gonna be St. anyone. Pretty sure she'll fit right in to where she's going, where, per C S. Lewis, the standard greeting is, "Bring food or be food!". And all the pecan pies are covered with pecans... or at least they look like pecans until their antennae start waving.

Your dad is incredible. For reals. <3

i used to work as a hotel concierge and whenever we had big conventions that were historically known to live on fast food and pizza (i'm looking at you semi-local anime con), i would call the local fast food places a month and then 2 weeks in advance to remind them so they could staff and order food appropriately.…

Am I the only person here who isn't offended by the coffee hipster story? I go to a shop like this every day and I didn't find anything wrong with that story at all. I probably would have responded the same way as the narrator did. (Full disclosure: I've never worked in a coffee shop, but I do go to a pretentious…

My grandmother was a lovely woman. The definition of class. She was born in 1917 in a super small town in the South, yet was literally the most liberal and amazingly open minded person. In her last years, she lost her eyesight completely and had an African-American woman named Nina as her caretaker. They became close…

I do not understand this either. When I was in a church youth group and we took a trip, our leaders would always plan our route and then call restaurants we were stopping at ahead of time to notify them that there would be a large group. I was shocked and appalled to learn that this was not standard practice.

I had a few of those in my table-waiting days... the pamphlet is bad enough, but what would really nauseate was knowing they would lurk at the door to watch you discover it so they could give you that special smug smile.

They're clearly punishing you for having the audacity to work on Sunday! Sundays are for churchin' not workin'

So by skimming it you missed the funny bits, then came here to say it wasn't funny. Good one!

There is almost never an excuse for spitting in someone's food. It's dangerously unsanitary, and no matter how much of an asshole a customer is, you should never intentionally expose anyone to disease. If you find yourself incapable of serving a guest without spitting in their food, well, one of you needs to never…

Honestly? Self-respect. I've had a ton of shitty customers, but I'm better than them. That's why I don't spit in their food.

"It's OK, I promised her husband, before he killed himself, she'd never be alone. She hates to be alone." She shook her head, "All that crazy's just up there all the time."

And they never tip. That's the only customer stereotype in the industry about who doesn't tip that I will stand by.

a cooOoOOoooky youth pastor that was totally down and hip to our jive and cooly fresh yo, and understood our young feels, and, "...word, dog. I get you. I GET you, and Jesus gets you. Isn't that so dope and slammin'? Let's pray."