I went to an Applebee’s last night to pick up a take-out order. The pick-up spots were taken so I had to go inside. The girl who rang up my order did something which caused the register to pop open but apparently didn’t tell her how much change to give me. She worked on it mentally for at least five minutes, then handed me the wrong change. I gave it back and told her how much it should be. She then tried to work it out with a pencil and paper and got it wrong again. Finally I put all my stuff down, rooted around in my purse for a calculator, and showed her.
Blow me
<yawn>
I’m going to guess that you need to lay down when you get a catalog in the mail, lest you be overcome by the vapors?
See post 48.
If you are too lazy to read the thread and we are boring you, why do you bother to post?
Around here anyway, you have a good chance of hearing “The Dropkick Murphys rock, dude!”
Um, they’re a punk-Irish band with a bagpiper nicknamed Spicy McHaggis. Story is they were on tour in Scotland, saw a Mickey D’s advertising Spicy McChicken, made a bad joke, and it turned into The Spicy McHaggis Jig (lyrics not work-safe).
As if you care.
No, no … this thread is fun to follow.
“<yawn>” just means “I am unmoved”.
On the contrary, I was greatly entertained. Thanks for the link. Now I have even more fodder to work with the next time I, and a bunch of other travel-weary punch-drunk nerds on expense accounts, roll into a Scottish establishment after midnight in a strange city.
Yeah, I know how you feel. I haven’t taken a dump this morning either.
No shit?
Daniel
Just a little prairie-dogging. Maybe I’ll be able to drop the kids off at the pool later.
This one is applicable to the drive-up bank window,as well. I get my paychecks direct-deposited to minimize use of the drive-thru, but people occasionally cut me paper checks.
I seem to always get behind: 1) People with tons of coins who can’t read the signs telling them to take large amounts of coins inside. 2)People with 4-th party checks who argue with the teller,make the teller get a supervisor, argue with the supervisor, finally yell “Fuck You” and speed off.3) People who try to get credit card cash advances via drivethru DURING REGULAR BUSINESS HOURS at the walk-in side (I realize that emergencies happen on weekend afternoons or after 5 pm weekdays, so I’ll cut some slack there).
Probably all that fast food you’re eating.
Daniel
Psh, like I can read a catalog.
Drive-up bank windows merit a thread all by themselves.
My favorites are the asshats who wait until they get up the little vacuum tube kiosk thing to fill out their deposit slip. For crying-out-loud! Fill the mutha fucka out before you leave the house!
Naw, I figure it’s caused by having to hold it back while waiting in line behind slow-menu-reading, indecisive, vegans at the fast food place drive-thru window.
One of the benefits of vegetarianism is comfortable bowel control.
Daniel
Well, I never said anything about where the heads of our corporate overlords may or may not be located. 
I have often been tempted to refuse to pull forward and say “No, thanks. I’ll just wait here until my order is ready.” But I’ve never actually had the guts to do it. Has anyone ever actually done this, and what were the results?