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I'm beginning to wonder if these type of incidents are more frequent that I'd imagined, I eat out alot, because I'm always on the go, and this has always been one of my favorite pleasures, but I think maybe I'll just bring a salad from home from now on. |
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The more I hear of this kind of thing, the more I just hate people in general. What is wrong with people? |
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Just warn me next time. OK? |
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Maybe the cop was rude. I know people tend to be pretty rude to fast food employees, and how much job satisfaction do they really get to compensate for it? If I were getting $4.75 an hour to get snapped at by hundreds of people, I wouldn't be too friendly either. And I'm not saying it's justified, but it is kind of unsurprising. So here's what I do, and my advice to fast-food purchasers: Sometimes saying "Thank you and have a nice day" (a habit acqured through the warping effect of years of CS work) to the person taking your order can make a world of difference. A little respect goes a long way. (I'm actually very polite to people who haven't done anything to me) |
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Sorry ML, I'll try not to post something this disgusting around mealtime! But I do have a question maybe you could help me with: I just sent a letter,[ regular size and weight], to Ontario. I put a $.33 stamp on it, it was returned to my mail box, with that annoying red stamp of the finger pointing,saying they needed $.15 more, so I stuck another $.33 stamp on it, and sent it off.How much do stamps cost up there? I'm assuming you live in Canada----you know Mapleleaf-----I hope I'm not being presumptious. |
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To send a letter to USA it costs us a 54 cent stamp....but to purchase one it cost 60 cents as we have to pay a Goods and Services tax on it. The cost of mailing something to Canada from US is the cost as set by the US Postal Service. US Postal is the one who put that sticker on your envelope as it would not have gotten to Canada. And thanks for any future consideration around mealtime. Do you live in Louisiana? If so, where? |
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And leave our dollar alone....it has been bashed enough. :) |
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I go to New Orleans virtually every year to attend a conference....stay at the Marriott on Canal Street.....walk to Bourbon Street in 2 minutes... the French Quarter is something else...24 hour party....not much conferring gets done :) Victoria is a beautiful city....did you see a Royal Canadian Mounted Police officer in a turban? |
when i worked at KFC (kentucky fucked chicken), some of the employees would hang around throwing the chicken nuggets on the floor to see who could make them bounce the farthest. it was a casual diversion. when a customer would come through & order some kentucky nuggets, guess what? they got 'em, all right--floor sweepings & all. at another place i worked as a waitress, this guy would work up a nice sweat & then put hamburger patties under his armpits. the pit-burgers would get served to rude-ass customers. you'd be surprised what sufficiently bored employees can drop into the french fry grease. fried semen. fried snot. fried toys from the kiddie meal packs. fried styrofoam. crispy, crunchy deep-fried vomit. tender, flaky southern-fried insects. actually, MOST places i worked at actually were concerned w/ quality & cleanliness. but, as always, there are exceptions to everything. mom & pop joints can be kind of spooky sometimes. & the night crew is almost always more prone to gross behavior than the day shift. i used to live near a pickle factory. there were frequent stories of workers who'd spit into the pickle brine. they also used to piss into it. the advice to treat fast-food (or any) wait staff nicely is pretty wise. when i was working in fast food joints, i was cursed at, screamed at, threatened w/ assault, belittled & patronized--all very needlessly. at whatever job i do, even if it's menial, i bust my ass. i work hard. i'm efficient as hell, in fact, & i'm also extremely polite. i don't deserve that kind of hell & sure as fuck not for minimum wage. i'll never forget this redneck who placed an order w/ me once. he had a cowering woman & child w/ him. he kept hitting them. he addressed her as "woman" & boasted to me that the bitch didn't speak, because he did all the speaking for her. he was nasty as hell. he was also a bit mush-mouthed. when i politely asked him to repeat his order, he yelled at me & called me a stupid whore. he said that no bitch would ever talk back to him. he said he was going to punch me & made a sudden, threatening move toward me. well, fuck the job. i took off my apron, jumped over the counter & told the motherfucker to come on. if he wanted a fight, i'd take him on right there in the store. i had no qualms about kicking his ass in front of his wife & kid. but i didn't have to. he immediately backed down. in fact, he was apologizing all over the place & walking away from me. but i didn't relent. i didn't stop until i'd thrown him out of the restaurant. oh, yeah...one more thing. i waited on this redheaded woman once. she was totally filthy & had approximately four teeth in her head. she showed up topless in the drive-through. she had huge, huge tits. unforgettable tits that often resurface in my nightmares. a boy who was somewhere between 10 & 12 years old was blissfully sucking on one of her bare breasts the whole time she was in the drive-through. i took the order, calmly pretending that none of this was happening. |
And your'e right, New Orleans defies description.Its something you just have to experience.And its like that 24 hours a day-----its an interesting lot that live there. |
foul mouthed bastard in the deep fryer, instead of just kicking him out. And I'm utterly speechless,[something that rarely happens to me], about the big busted redhead and her child/date/associate/john/driving partner? That must have been a strange day. |
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crimson....you like living in arkansas? holy shit! |
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were somewhat Lucyesque, but damn, I couldn't help myself]" wtf? Why must you snipe at me? Have I ever done anything to you? Have I not just said that I am consistently polite to people who don't harass me? I simply don't tolerate being fucked with (and I did tolerate it the first time) I would never pull anything like your "antics". JESUSHFUCKINGCHRISTDOESITNEVEREND???!!! J- Holy shit! You should have had the fucker arrested for assault. (I probably would have decked him... it's self-defense, easy... then had him arrested) Did you at least make him pay for your Tetanus shot? |
I remember years ago seeing some talk show (Maury?) about a young man (last name of Janes, I remember) who killed his abusive step-father and was sent to prison with some long sentence...and then I think I heard recently that his appeals were successful and he was released. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Patrick: I think they're right. Further evidence is Acadia National Park in Maine...indirect evidence for the northern origin of the migration south. |
My mom's a social worker and I remember one time, some *bitch* was smacking the living shit out of her kid in the bathroom stall at a rest stop when we were on a long trip & my mom called Child Protective Services & the police, & they probably caught her. I'm not saying I expect you to do shit like that w/ no prior knowledge, my mom spent 6 yrs. in college being trained in what to do in situations like that. Hell, you could probably even get a conviction on the domestic violence thing, since you witnessed it (it's hard to get a victim to come forward) Anyway, it was probably a long time ago. |
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i think she meant lucille ball |
the titsuck kid wasn't wearing a seat belt. he was kinda craned over in some bizarre contortion across the seat. the woman was lovingly running her fingers through his hair. i used to have drunks cruise through KFC & try to buy my clothing (i DID sell my snazzy little KFC hat to some weird mofo in the drive-through who offered me twenty bucks for it). back when i worked for the clown (i.e., when i was employed at mcDonald's), we used to have stoned people come in all the time. one guy was on enough acid to fry an entire town. he kept staring at the happy meal display. he finally thrust his finger toward a tiny toy figure--the hamburgler--that came w/ the happy meals. "i want THAT one, man! i want the McFuckin' JAIL DUDE!" he was jumping up and down & flapping his arms, yelling about the McFuckin' jail dude. we almost never got him to leave. but i managed to sell him a styrofoam container simply because it was yellow. patrick--arkansas is actually one of the more sane places i've lived. i've traveled the US fairly extensively...there are definitely weirdos here (including yrs truly). but there are a lot of very articulate, educated people here, too. there's also a fairly quirky underground scene (which seems to disappear at times & then re-emerge...right now, it's in a state of serious hibernation). it seems that in some other areas i've lived in, nobody was willing to get weird. they were offended by the slightest things. so boring. anyway, i actually freaked out a bit when i moved east for a while & found out that there are serious dipshits in new england & down the eastern seaboard. i mean, people out there were all hot to give me shit about being from AR, but i saw people in other states who scared the living crap out of me. the rednecks & morons are everywhere. they're not just southerners anymore. |
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LOL What a selling point. What a salesperson. |
I can't think of any really bad customers (except for the Nugget Lady, but she was just rude) I actually had this one really nice customer. He would order a Flurry every time he came in. A coffee crisp flurry with hot fudge in it. My sister worked there too and he was her customer at first, but she showed me how to make his flurry perfectly and when she quit he became my customer. I still remember one time he was standing in my line and the girl next to me (who I didn't like) had no one in her line. She said to him "Can I help you?" and he said "No, I'm going to wait for her. She'll be mad at me if I don't." and I said "That's right!" He was a good guy. I recently went back to the McDonald's I used to work at (it's across the street from my vet's office. our dog had a sparerib stuck on his tooth.) and it was weird. I was sad when I left. I think my backache is lightening. It's been over five hours now. Singing seems to help! |
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