Posted on 07/28/2016 12:45:18 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Edited on 07/28/2016 4:12:42 PM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
One of the funniest women I've ever known responded perfectly to a similar routine. I knew her enough to keep quiet when a moron made a big deal about whipping his anatomy out. She looked straight at him and said something innocuous, as if she hadn't noticed what he did. He pointed and said, "do you know what this is?"
She looked. No reaction. Put on her reading glasses, bent down for a better look, and acted startled, as if she had just noticed. "It looks almost like a man's _______, only smaller."
Priceless. Whoever married her got a real gem.
Years ago I had a summer job slinging pizzas for Pizza Hut. On one occasion when we were short-handed I was bussing a table and discovered someone had changed a baby’s soiled diaper at their table! After wiping down the booth with Pine Sol I washed for about 5-10 minutes before I would even consider going back to our kitchen.
GROSS!
Im not trying to stir anything up, just that an author ought to get clicks on their site, thats all.
Those peeps can take it to the boss who allows blogs on his site.
OK, this told me everything about this server I needed to know. She's pissed because the old man didn't shuffle fast enough. What a f@cking sh@t head!
"My boyfriend and I left to pay at that point. I'm glad; not sure I could take much more of the definition of over-privileged old white people." -- Andrea Bilestri
Why did you think they're over-privileged; because they dressed nicely?
Maybe you need to go find employment elsewhere, someplace where old people aren't allowed to go. You know, some rockin' dance club downtown... unless you're working at the local diner because you wouldn't be hired anywhere else.
Let's be honest, your "chosen profession" isn't a career path, it's usually the last resort for people with no education or job skills.
"Servers" come in a variety of flavors. There are those who are quick, friendly and attractive get the good jobs, the rest wind up hustling tables in the local diner. And there's nothing like getting a bitter waitress who knows she'll be there till the day she dies.
In my building we had a meeting, exactly at noon, with people from all over the state. It was awkward but I offered to buy lunch. Everybody said ‘Bacon cheeseburgers and fries.” I ordered them downstairs, paid for them and went back to the meeting room. Had to run back down and asked “Where are my hockey pucks?” Poor lady was so mortified she forgot the hamburgs on the buns,that she wouldn’t let me pay, and gave hot french fries, coleslaw to us. When I told my colleagues, they coughed up a $40.00 tip for her extra service.
No kidding! At least no one's calling you a blog pimp.
No way dude. Ask Shibumi or humblegunner, they'll tell you - the acceptable FR way is to steal other sites' content and never link to them because doing so is "link-whoring."
Mostly true, but not always. I've run into some doozies in the wait-staff profession. Maybe they were former DMV employees, who knows?
But then you wouldn't get .....
Sorry - should have pinged you to #31.
That’s because you are not of their caste and could possibly be viewed as in-human. Nice, eh?
My favorite was in the local paper when I was a kid. A guy went to a grocery store and laid his junk on the counter. The cashier grabbed a can of veggies and slammed it down on the offending member. He was arrested at the hospital. There was a time when people wouldn’t put up with public perversion.
Oh indeed. I am a measly worker.
But all cultures are equal. /s
Back in high school I started working in a restaurant. I did line cook, fryer, prep, pantry, busboy, dishwasher, bar back, bartender, waiter, cashier and host by the time I left.
Man, some people are real pieces of work.
And you’re right. Don’t tick off people that bring you food and drinks. Not that I did anything that might be considered unhygienic, mind you; there’s other ways.
When I was a youngin’ I was a pump jockey at one of the last gas stations that gave full service in Tahoe.
There was one old a-hole of a man who loved to berate, scream and yell, and be a general pain in the ass. He especially loved yelling at me. He found a reason and did it every time he came in. He would look for me on my days and drive up. He would get furious.
His problem, or I should say mine since the customer is always right, I didn’t have a snapon tire gauge. This crotchety old geezer would drive in for free tire checks all the time and scream and yell when I didn’t have the snapon tire gauge. He even went so far as to have family and friends (doubt he had any) and have them ask me to check the tires. Out he popped on the passenger side to scream and yell.
I can only imagine how bitter and angry that old jerk was when he died not long after. Imagine going through life with your only goal is to make someone miserable and go out of your way to make others feel bad.... They become politicians.
Holy cow. That was fascinating.
LOL! You’re joking, right?
My daughter is fifteen- I’ve told her for years that if she goes on a date and the boy isn’t nice to wait staff, that he is not worth her time. She agrees with me (and she’s not even dating yet).
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