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Taking back me
takingbackme

This isn’t a restaurant story, but Holly Samuels’ story immediately brought this to mind:

About 9 years ago I worked for a city-run event space in California. Because we were right off the main drag, a lot of people came in looking for just general information about the area. We were told that we needed to help

The last story reminds me of one a former boss told me about when he delivered pizzas. He and the other delivery guys at his pizza shop would always deliver to this house where this kid would answer the door and pay for the pizza, leaving no tip. So, one day, the order gets screwed up and the mother of the tip

Those chocolate jimmies are bad. I’d like some new ones.

My old roomie was Jewish and thought it was funny to pay me back in dollar coins when he owed me money. We began to refer to it as his “Jew gold”.

I’m a teacher (high school) and I generally like/care for my students, but my job is still a job, and kids can and will be little shits. I don’t lose my right to bitch about my job just because I work with kids.

Ok

twenty years ago, I worked the late shift at a cheap burger place in southern Virginia.

we were supposed to close on Sundays at 9pm, but there was a local fundamentalist church nearby, and they often showed up ten minutes before close. It was cool, they had done this for years, and we always planned extra staff and

I was at a concert in Honolulu and witnessed a great run-in with an Emmy awarding winning actor. It was a General Admission field at Aloha Stadium for a band that many people will camp out for in order to get to the front rail. I did not camp out since I wasn’t going to waste Hawai’i time sitting around in a parking

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

Barry you buried the best quote in the linked article - Kuntz said. “And you go, ‘Oh my god, he’s really going to do it.’ And then, bless Lucas’ heart,

I do not need to watch a show about a flailing young adult, THAT IS MY LIFE.

The minute my then-boyfriend-now-husband started cleaning, our sex life was incredible. I came home from one of my super days (class 8-2, internship 3-6, class 7-9) planning to at least tidy up, and I came home to a sparkling house, dinner and a clean bong.

I'm very proud of my city.

'“honorary degrees [are] practically worthless” yet always awarded for a reason.' - and that reason is usually, "We have no budget for a commencement speaker."

Oh come on. Call honorary degrees for what they are. A meaningless award given to coddle the egos of famous people so that they’ll come and speak at commencement ceremonies.

I would’ve gone with “Welcome to The Jungle” for a tag. Give those English students a chortle (specially when they get to paragraph 4!)

Agreed. I’m pretty sure Jezebel even had one of those “share your story” posts about people freaking out when their ex got engaged awhile back. It’s a totally normal thing to think back on your ex and muse about might have beens, especially when some big life event reminds you of them.

Yeah, in the pantheon of “bad lyrics” this was really not that bad.

This makes me so happy. I can’t begin to say how comforting this will be to young autistic children, their siblings, and the parents who watch Sesame Street with them.

“Developed with input from...people with autism”