Apparently, all of the servers in these stories have met my mother.
Apparently, all of the servers in these stories have met my mother.
I am a working cook, as well as an instructor at a culinary school in Canada. I regularly reference BCO in class, trying to prepare my students for the unbelievable fuck-wittery waiting for them out in the 'real' world. These poor kids have no idea what awaits them...
The "lady" in the last story sounds like a real half-wheat...
of course he's amused by North's tantrum: daughter just like daddy!!!
Oh my god. You win the Caternet.
The Siamese is my cat, Valentino. The other one is Vincent, my neighbors', but he likes it here and apparently decided to come live with us. I posted downthread that they're driving me nuts because they fight so much. And neighbor cat knows when he's misbehaving and purrs and tries to pet himself on my stuff.
"Yes Mash, YES. That Wedding Cake came straight to me; I verified the seal; put it on the kosher cart and brought it directly here- to you. Like always."
"You mean someone made the animatronic reindeer in the neighbor's yard hump AGAIN?!?! Shocking! I had no idea! Who could have done such a thing???"
So apparently he just has a problem with LANES in general. STAY IN YOUR OWN LANE IN ALL SITUATIONS, GOSLING.
'wow that hasn't happened in a few decades'
Circa 2002? Maybe 2003.
I was the Room Service Coordinator at a casino in Atlantic City, NJ. My job consisted of taking orders via phone, creating the checks, assigning servers, and closing the checks. Room service also handled all the amenities for the shows, so I've been on the phone with an assortment of…