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I suggest that you re-read that story. The clear implication is that his complaints are all or mostly lies., and that when they aren’t lies, the customer made a specific attempt to request an order that would be likely to be wrong. When you read the story you see that he orders at busy times and requests special

Not food related but it was still funny. When I was 18 I got a job working at Borders. We got tons of calls everyday to ask if we had something in stock, about sales, hours, etc. Anyway on my first day at the information desk a call comes in, the woman on the line asks for my manager Nan, and I say that if she can

As someone who is seriously allergic to cashews - screw this mother!

Actually, the best way to turn a normal teenager who sometimes smokes weed into a criminal is putting them in jail. Your education gets disrupted, you have troubles finding a job with your record after and you meet lots of real criminals in jail. Jail basically is crime school.

(Editor’s Note: If you think she deserved to have her life ruined on account of some weed, do us all a favor and go fuck yourself)

Every time I see someone refer to it as “dipping”, I automatically assume it's like how Dairy Queen dips their soft serve into the candy shell stuff. Because dipping is a bad and dumb way to say scooping.

Thank you for publishing Scott’s in-uniform picture. So many other outlets purposely published less flattering photos of him. Not only did Scott not deserve to die at the hands of a crazed cop, but he deserves the respect he is due for serving our country.

I don’t believe anyone should be criminalised just for using drugs. But I’m a bit less sympathetic about driving on drugs. She drove while high, panicking and possibly speeding to get away from the police, which is a risk to everyone else on (or near) the roads...

Oddly enough, as awesome as what that boss did, I get kinda a Dexter vibe outa the whole “straight laced tucked in polo” guy immediately knowing how to get someone out of getting arrested for fleeing from the cops.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — “dipping” is a bad and dumb way to say “scooping,” no matter where you’re from.

One guy we had in particular would ALWAYS find something wrong with his food. He would order everything as take out, and then once he got the food home would call and complain that something wasn’t right or something was missing.

Vacations are only for people who deserve them and the children of parents who deserve them. If poor people think they should get breaks from work every now and again, they should pull themselves up by their bootstraps. /sarcasm.

The sick days thing is fantastic. It’s frustrating this isn’t standard already in the industry. Who wants sick people serving food? For all these companies yell at you during training about ‘don’t come in if your sick’ they rarely allow that to be practiced. I’ve seen managers ask ‘but how sick are you really’ in an

Sure, of course ladies love fun, which is probably why they don’t want to see Entourage.

My aunt was in the south on a trip and asked for a glass of iced tea. Generally all iced tea in Canada is the same...probably Brisk or Nestea, so like a sweet beverage you can get from pop machines. The server taking her order said “sweet’nun”. My aunt asked her to repeat that, and again all she came away with was

the entire trend of “natural” methods of childbirth and recovery are in dire need of.

We had regulars at Friendly’s who were deaf. I actually got a book to teach myself sign language after I waited on them the second time - I’m sure I was terrible (and I can’t remember much/any of it now), but they were so nice to wait on, I really wanted to be able to communicate with them.

I read it that they misunderstood the word “McChicken” as being the word “Mexican.” Which I can actually sort of hear, now that I’m thinking about it.

When I worked at the Hut of Pizzas we had a regular couple who were both deaf. Occasionally their child would come with (also deaf but able to speak a little better) who would translate. Otherwise, there was pointing and writing things down, and I would show them my order pad to be sure. They were always delightful.

I would like to send an order of the crap dip to the table over there. The one with the lady that’s allergic to crunchy and the man that doesn’t know what scrambled eggs are.