Then stop going there. Jesus Christ.
Then stop going there. Jesus Christ.
This sounds like the new drop-in manager at my burrito chain. He wants us to do two separate people at a time, and ask them “salsa for you? salsa for you?” down the whole line. “It’s faster and easier!” he says, as he throws guac on the wrong burrito bowl and refuses to remake it for the customer.
Aurora CO
I feel like a McLaren always looks better with a skateboard in its dumb face
And if you order anything a slightly bit unorthodox she adds all kinds of upcharges that I’m reasonably certain are entirely made up
Uh, no. Abosh is about whether businesses can charge different things to men than to women. That is discrimination because it treats men differently than women.
Well I know the manager at my local chipotle certainly does all she can to make the experience hellish not only for her employees but her customers as well.
I think they are pad wrappers, but I’d be down for some candy.
Aha! Dr Killinger, with a skateboard, in the crosswalk. I knew it.
I had a pool growing up....if by pool you mean algae, fish, and crawdad filled pond. :-)
*Parker Posey sold separately
How much would it cost to have her repaint the bedroom like this:
Now that you mention it, I think I swam in a couple of those. (I grew up in WY, so there wasn’t exactly a shortage of livestock tanks.) The water was always so gross, though. I preferred rivers and lakes.
Not bragging or anything but we all had pools (that were really just livestock water tanks)
all the ‘pools’ we had were just horse tanks. but they were the best
My uncle was a mechanic at a coal mine that had those huge trucks. My cousins and I found a lot of uses for the old tubes. They were so much fun to bounce on.
We'd pick up cheap air mattresses from Kmart and take them to the lake. I never knew anyone rich enough to have a pool, let alone one big enough to hold one of those giant floats.
My parents put a hose on a slide and the bottom of the slide in a full (of clean water) horse trough once. I think it was my seventh birthday party?