The bitch that works the carvery in a restaurant where I go most days, I pit you! I asked for the salmon, did I ask for parsley sauce? NO! If you hadnt your head up your arse you would know this.In future, when this happens and you have to take TWO STEPS to get a new dinner, you would want to fucking HAND it to me, not throw it on my tray as ignorant as you like. Its not me that knocked you up!
You want her to hand you a chunk of salmon? And how would a bitch knock anyone up, anyhow?
My cat’s breath smells like salmon.
No. I think it was Brad Pitt. So you should have said “I Pitt you!”
Now you know.
I’d offer up a hearty amen or spew some vitriol as appropriate if I had any idea what you’re saying here. Coherence and sobriety are your friends.
How does someone ignorantly throw something? Are they unaware of the existence of gravity?
Gravity is just a theory man. Ignorant Throwing should be taught alongside Gravity so kids can see both sides of the issue.
Never mind Ignorant Throwing; what needs to be taught alongside Gravity is Levity.
Just another in the long, long saga of the Employees Too Underpaid to Care.
Ignorant throwing? Is that like midget tossing?
I’m not so sure about that. I tried hangin’ with that sobriety guy for a while. Fucker drove me to drink.
So why call him a fucker if he drove? Designated drivers have a place in this world, Og love’m.
Call me uncompassionate, but I have trouble getting behind a pitting where somebody’s complaining about getting parsley sauce on their freaking salmon.
At least, I think that’s what you’re complaining about. Or are you complaining about a woman being annoyed after you were annoyed with her?
How did you react to her mistake? Did you say, “Oh, excuse me, I didn’t ask for parsley sauce. Could you fix me a new plate, please?”? Or did you say, “Hey, I didn’t want parsley sauce. I need a new plate.”? Somewhere in between? Honey, most people aren’t out to make your day unpleasant. Sometimes we have to accept that they way we act towards other people results in how they act towards us. Sometimes people have bad days, and they go a little grumpy-pants. I think you might be a little grumpy-pants now, honey. Do you need a nap? Maybe some zwieback? Are you gassy? It’s hot gas, isn’t it?
Oh, I knew it! You’re just a little balloon of hot air! And the words that are coming out of your mouth are just little puffs of air. Puff, puff, puff! Such an adorable little cranky man. Yes, hims is!
Geez, guy gets free parsley sauce without even having to ask for it and he complains. Ingrate.
Dude, I’ve been biting my tongue, but you really need to adjust your thread-starting threshold.
Yeesh. Parsley sauce on your salmon. OK, the hell with being Mister Nice Guy …
Stupidity abhors a vacuum. Someone had to step up to the plate whilst a certain someone serves his 30 days.
A parsley sauce is merely a white sauce – flour, butter, milk – with the novelty of a handful of chopped parsley thrown in. It’s favored by sloppy eaters who wish to wear their roux with a difference.
Don’t judge bubastis too hastily: it’s got to be disconcerting to be served food by a woman who has her head up her ass, though I’d think some respect for her sheer flexibility (not to mention dogged perseverence) is in order, especially if she’s in the mid-to-late stages of pregnancy. It’s also good to know that our heroic OP keeps his procreative activity strictly separate from his raving abuse of pregnant service workers who make mistakes. Things get so awkward when that line is crossed. The throwing of the food on his tray, however, I would characterize as thoughtful rather than ignorant. She had to get it to him somehow, and it’s likely that the restaurant’s eleven-foot pole was broken or in use elsewhere in serving other V.I.P.s.
You think he’s hard work? That Coherence chap doesn’t understand a word I say!
Following the thread where some knob was blatting about unwanted cheese on his Subway sandwich, in which he was mainly supported in his carping by those who responded, I would have expected more sympathy for bubastis and his unwanted parsley sauce issues.
I think bubastis’ general lack of communications skills and his ill-considered Pit thread have unreasonably prejudiced some of you against him. If he started a thread about how cute puppies/kittens/ferrets/penguins/baby seals/bear cubs/bunnies are, he’d get mobbed about how he’s not only wrong, but a fucking cretin for even holding such an opinion.
See? THIS is a prime example of why Star Trek is better than Star Wars. Trek has replicators. BooBooKittyFuck* could just go up to one, say “Food. Hot. No sauce you filthy fucking machine.” and they get their food, perfectly seasoned to their own tastes.
- not changing OP’s name, simply using a name I like
Mmmmm… carp…