Yeah, I second that. Also, what the hell? Restaurants run out of stuff that’s on the menu all the time. Waiting 15 minutes for a damn milkshake at 10:00am is an asshole first-world problem. “Sorry, there’s a wait for that,” is apparently the worst thing one can be told because we’re all three year olds who need…

I was bitter as fuck to have gotten tossed out for PTSD that I developed mostly from in-house assault. The VA just finally awarded me for it - they went back through my stack of records and found the kit for one of the more ‘serious’ incidents. So now even though I am pretty fucked up, at least I’m getting paid for it.

My dad’s side of my family is very small, and within two years he lost his last living parent and one of his two brothers. We’re not the funeral type, but they were present to receive my uncle’s ashes and my dad picked up the box, thought for a moment and said, “he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother” and everyone cracked…

Whenever I find a hair in my food I just automatically assume it’s mine since I shed everywhere. Just pull it out, what’s the big deal. I seriously doubt anyone is going to get ill from a hair... yes accidentally eating a hair is unpleasant but you’ll survive, lol.

One time as a kid I found a hard plastic thing in my…

I thought the point to the hair story was that the woman put it on the steak herself and the server was too frazzled to notice so the customer thought she was getting away with getting a “new” steak? I don’t know why people get off on sending food back.

Oh god that poor frog. I’m sorry that happened to you, and I’m glad you’ve found a way to deal with it. I can’t stop giggling because that’s the weirdest fucking image. I don’t think it’s denial.

So true. I have the best and the worst. The best was an inne owner I worked for. I was passing from the restaurant section through the hotels section and stopped to hear him yelling at a customer who had been an abusive bitch to the check in guy at the desk. I specifically remember him saying in raised tones, “I will…

makes perfect sense to me. if, in a serious context, you tell a room full of people you were raped, you’ll like as not get the full cosby treatment - i.e., are there 40+ other women who can corroborate your story in every particular? no? then you must be lying - but in a comedy context, they’ll go with you for the…

She’s made mistakes, and she acknowledges that. I don’t want those to reflect on how she is as a therapist overall, because she really did help me a lot, and whenever I pointed out that something she said or did made me uncomfortable, or made me feel misunderstood, she took responsibility for it. When I stopped seeing…

oooOOOOhhhh. I like the sneaky bit. I think telling a joke in the stand-up fashion has the same sort of anonymity of sharing our deepest darkest secrets on the interwebs/jezebel comment section. I can see an added bonus of having a live audience in that the comedian gets a visceral reaction which in turn adds a bit of…

My daughter has hypoglycemia. She’s only 7 so she gets out of control upset and crying, but has no idea why. The worst part is that because she cannot think straight or reason (sort of like a really drunk person who wants to lay down in the street), convincing her to take the two sips of soda or juice to bring her…

I’m glad I’m not alone, because sometimes I think my humor in trauma is sick even though it feels natural to me. Something that I think about a lot—I had a daughter who passed away in infancy and on the day of her memorial my husband and I were in the pastor’s office prior to the start of the service. I didn’t know…

I get the ultra hangries (hypoglycemia FTW). My stages of hungry are: shaking, panic, rage, unconsciousness. Back when I didn’t have it under control, anyone near me was one Snickers bar away from being murdered if I had an attack.

Love it.

How old is your son at the time of writing, also is he single, please, these are things the public needs to know

Brief horror at being called out, then slamming her shit down, abandoning her full cart, and storming out of the store.

Yeah, well, I guess none of you folks have ever had to deal with autism.

Maybe this is where I am too lenient on service workers, but to this day I don’t understand how a single hair can instantly ruin all food within a 3 foot radius. I get that it’s gross at a primal level, but what exactly does a strand of hair do that is so threatening and offensive that it can’t simply be removed and…

To be fair, the Milkshake machine SHOULD have been ready by the time the store opens, but that’s not at all a reason for the woman to act that way. It’s a fucking milkshake. Must’ve been a terrible terrible period that morning.

Then don’t order grilled meat. Jesus.