*was a basketball star. He’s been off the team for years. And his mental health doesn’t make me think he’s managed his money well.

I can't stop reading this thread, but it's goddamn nuttier than squirrel plops. I can't wrap my head around why this person is intent on being the Khloe-and-Lamar expert. Condolences to all, I guess.

Hey my cats went to NYU and took law classes! They got purrrfect grades, too.

YOU are my bestie, you delightfully deranged buttercup.

I don’t know why we’re assuming their prenup had an infidelity clause, but even if it did (and even if non-marital relations after a legal separation were considered infidelity), infidelity clauses are very difficult to enforce. This is particularly true in California where there is existing case law that holds that…

You are a marvel. A living embodiment of the triumph of mouth over brain. It’s not every day you encounter someone entirely unfettered by five thousand years of rational human enquiry, but here you are. Impressive work. You’re an inspiration to the witless everywhere.

But like for real though there have been some weird non-grey commenters popping up over the last couple of days. I’m like... who ARE these people.

This. My 44yr old BIL can only eat fried foods and plain steak. Yet, I sit here, waiting patiently for the heart attack that never seems to happen. Maybe one Christmas.

Nope. It will get you business. People eat out to enjoy themselves, and having some jerk going off like the 4th of July two tables over is not enjoyable. If people know they can go someplace with no flaming assholes, they’ll be more likely to go there. And since the assholes cost the establishment money most of the…

Is this why Timmies’ employees are always super nice when im pleasant? I say please and thanks and am generally never rude to service folk, but my daily Tim’s lady always seems happy to see me after dealing with the morning rush. Weve chatted in the drive thru a few times and she usually compliments my nail polish.

Good grief. I can’t imagine having to deal with these people as my *primary job.* You are a stronger soul than I.

but my palate hasn’t evolved, and those foods still taste gross to me

I worked for a guy once who was a great boss, but when he found out that one employee was the mysterious break-room-fridge eater, he gathered other just reasons, and had him let go. I totally agree, never trust anyone to do a customer service based job, if they can’t follow rules of common decency.

Jumping in here as a parent...Mrs. Suave and I were at a semi-snooty Italian place once with the little Suaves and the youngest (maybe 7 at the time) was dead-set on Nuggets de la Pollo. Without specifically telling the guy what was up, I pulled the middle-aged server aside and asked if we could get Chicken Parm,…

Yeah, my mom and dad were/are super-nice people and stellar parents in most respects, but I experienced zero culinary diversity growing up, and not because of any particular pickiness on my part. Our weeks consisted of Pizza Night, Burger Night, Spaghetti Night, Meat Loaf Night, Taco Night, Fried Chicken Night and…

I am really glad that my parents didn’t indulge picky eating habits.

AND, be required to live off their pay. I know a couple of rich kids in undergrad who got food service jobs, and would just quit at the drop of a hat, because they “didn’t have to deal with this shit. It’s not worth it for the extra drinking money.”

I remember when I took my vacation in Morocco and I was alone there for a week waiting for friends, didn’t speak a single word of arabic or french. Now imagine a small village in the middle of the damn desert and me trying to order coffee. I only drank stuff with lots of milk in it and the waiter brings me an…

Like, it’s not hard to do lots of things, but I’m not doing them because I’m behind a counter without a regular coffee brewer. Life is an endless tapestry of which we only catch a glimpse, huh? SO ORDER YOUR AMERICANO AND MOVE ON.

Between having worked at a coffee shop, and in a tourist trap, and online dating, I’m ready for the next plague.