Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t date where you work.
Learn it.
The “cuteness” (marital status?) of your co-workers or their relatives is not an appropriate topic of conversation with your co-workers while you are at work.
Did you get any ass?
To defuse the tension, just try telling jokes more often.
For instance, say “That’s what she said” a lot.
Or do the one-eared elephant. That always leaves them laughing.
No, asking whether your co-workers mothers and sisters are cute makes you a creep. Believe it or not, your co-workers aren’t there to be your dating service. Also, you’re illiterate. So, you’re an illiterate creep–just the type of person employers love.
What are you doing talking to real live women? You’re pope hentai, not pope porn
It wasn’t your words that were the problem, it was your obvious erection.
Wait, what? Being a supervisor at Chick-Fill-A does not in fact mean that you get your *fill *of chicks?! Those lying bastards!
Made more obvious by the lack of pants.
Sure it does. What do you think they need their Sundays open for?
OK, that made me laugh.
Especially when you’re twenty-five and you’re asking teenagers.
At least he’s not the Mexican in the kitchen. Or is he lower on the Chick-fil-a social hierarchy than the Mexican in the kitchen? This thread is cornfusing.
If it weren’t for my horse, I wouldn’t have spent that year in college.
personvt(44m) wants five minutes of his life back.
What, no love for “Pope and Change”?
WTF? Person(mic*) graduated with an actual degree in Linguistics, said degree earned at one of the so-called Public Ivy universities, and Person(mic*) still can’t parse the OP’s [del]blather[/del] posts.
By the way, in the fast-food franchise universe, isn’t supervisor kind of a low rung? When I was a high school junior, every one of my classmates who happened to be working in such a franchise was a supervisor. The plebs were high school sophomores and the aforementioned MITK.
*Monty in China
Not to mention that it isn’t even an erection year (good thing the OP doesn’t work at a Chinese take out).
Here’s something interesting. At least, it’s interesting to me. I took the OP’s, let’s call it a missive and plugged it into this nifty writing tester. The tester’s verdict is 59 for readability and 6 for grade level. Now, if one is well into their twenties and can only muster a 6th grade writing level, then perhaps one shouldn’t be concentrating on the love life of another person.