I’ve stopped trying to special order anything like that. I just buy things as-is (like the Wendy’s single burger I bought today) and scrape everything off that I don’t want. People who get paid $8 an hour aren’t being paid enough to do anything more than half-assed.
It depends on the store and the company. Most of the time, Wendy’s gets the order right for me. And the above problem aside, Burger King gets it right 99% of the time. Once thing that I’ve noticed that I will never understand is that for some reason, McDonald’s is terrible about giving you your (empty) drink cup right after you pay. They only remember to do so about one-third of the time. No other fast food place seems to have this problem.
I’m sorry about your hurting feet. I don’t want to sound mean or anything, but at my last job I did that much walking every day.
If you are anything like me, you are probably wearing cheap shoes. You are walking the padding off in about 4 days, and buying new shoes every 4-6 months.
Save up your pennies until you can afford good shoes. After I did that, my feet stopped hurting, I wasn’t paying as much for shoes and I really stopped noticing how much I was walking.
Good luck
When I ask for extra mustard at BK, they empty the bottle onto my burger.
Of course, I don’t go to BK any more after their tax antics.
I’m cold, and this heater doesn’t do jack shit. harumph
I assume they are trying to prevent people from drinking a 32 oz soda before their meal is ready, thereby saving money.
What tax antics would those be? I don’t go there anymore because their chicken tastes like salty regret and I always get an upset stomach after eating it.
Dear Bitch in the Shower Area at the Public Park,
When the park is closing and all of us are trying to get a shower and get out of the park, do not rush past us with your five brats. Do not then grab your five brats, dump them into the five shower stalls and make us all wait twenty minutes to leave while you soap them, condition their hair and scrub them down with a fucking inch of their lives as if you don’t fucking have indoor plumbing in your house. You stupid, selfish cunt. Most of all, do not glare at me and curse me under your breath when I realize one of your little brats has finally finished his absurdly over the top abolutions, walked out of the shower stall and let me in. I took a thirty second shower, scrubbed the sand out off my body and, like a decent and considerate human being, walked out with a towel and dressed in the one of the twenty-five bathrooms behind you. You are an asshole and should not be allowed in a public park again.
Sincerely yours,
Not a Jerk
I was going to start a GD thread on this, but my composing skills are not working well enough for that lofty forum , so I’m just going to stick it here.
Our anniversary was yesterday, so we had a catered party. I got into a serious fight with the caterers and fired the first ones over claims that our menu was racist.
We wanted:
Steaks BBQ on site.
Hamburgers BBQ on site.
Ribs BBQ on site.
Fried chicken that could be delivered but must be hot.
Salads, including potato, green, macaroni and coleslaw that can be delived.
Sliced fruit to include peaches, apples, watermelon and assorted other fruits, all of which could be prepped in advance and delivered.
etc.
Yes, we were planning on a large crowd. The invitation was for everyone in the company. Of course we didn’t tell them that it was our anniversary, just that we were having a big 4th party and everyone was welcome.
So, who wants to guess which things were racist to serve to our black guests in a buffet line?
They’re buying Tim Horton’s so they can move their headquarters to Canada so as to not pay US taxes.
I’ve found the name for my next indie pop album!
Probably a coincidence. If you have a headache starting anyway, the ponytail can cause a feedback loop of muscle tension, blardy blardy blarh.
Source: chronic migraine. I cut my almost-waist-length hair into a bob, in the hopes it would help the migraines. It didn’t, but the haircut was cute.
a typical BBQ menu is now racist?
That’s it, I give up on human beings. I’ll be over here in my nice hermit cave, with my nice cats and collection of books.
Obvious Watermelon and Fried Chicken are obvious (amirite?) Two of my favorites. Does that mean black people are not allowed to eat them anymore?
I’ve had my Gmail account for a long time. So long that my account is “SingleOrdinaryFirstName@gmail.com”, like Mary@gmail.com, though that’s not it.
There is someone out there who must have a similar account name (Mary12? MaryB?) who seemingly CANNOT remember that her account isn’t just Mary.gmail.com. :mad:
Many times a week I get email meant for her. (I suppose it could be a him, but with ‘Mary’ as the base?) It’s not like she’s deliberately setting me up for spam out of malice, these are things like automated receipts from store purchases or subscriptions to reasonable websites/stores/whatever. Also mailing lists like for her High School class reunion organization.
I’ve gotten really tired of this, but is there anything I can do to stop it? Yes, I unsubscribe from everything with an unsubscribe link, and reply to emails that come from what look like real people, but most of it comes from ‘do not reply to this’ type addresses, and meanwhile MaryWhateverItShouldBe just keeps running around entering the wrong address over and over. :mad:
If I could, obviously I would just email the bimbo and tell her to stop using the wrong address – but how can I email her, because even SHE doesn’t know what her address is???
Interestingly, I have just gotten one of those receipt type emails, and it included her (one presumes) correct full name and mailing address. (as in Street, City, State, Zip.) I tried googling her, in the wan hope a correct email account would pop up, but no luck. So I guess I will resort to sending her an abusive snail mail letter, but in my fantasies…
Watermelon and fried chicken, but that’s a bit of stupidity that I only know thanks to the Dope.
I was home at Mom’s two weeks ago, and that describes half of the menu we had on Wednesday. Salad, fried chicken, fruit (watermelon or black figs).
I have one like that also, I get emails all the time from what looks like a legit bank in Africa. Not random spam stuff but things like ‘your appointment is scheduled for this day to go over your mortgage application’ or ‘here is some investment info, come invest with us’ stuff that looks very legit and like the mailings I get from my bank and would probably get by email if I gave it to them.
I keep marking it as spam and unsubscribing where I can but it drives me crazy and I changed my password in case someone had hacked and was using my email but there is no sent mail that I did not send myself. I am also not going to try calling that long distance.
My old gmail address is the plural name of an instrument, plus gmail.com. I got so many email Facebook notifications from people thinking I was someone named Mandy on Facebook, for some reason, that I eventually pretty much stopped using that address. Which is too bad, because I liked that address and it was easy to remember.
Maybe they’re trying to tell you that you have shitty taste in books.
