Asshole Police: Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?
Woman: Was I speeding?
Asshole Police: No, ma’am, that’s the highway patrol’s department. I pulled you over because you’re fat and your shirt is ugly. Now move along.
Sorry to raise the pig issue again but…
Not even Grandpa Winks?
See, that is what I would call a good reason for throwing food at someone. Before, it just sounded like he forgot you wanted your Big Mac with no pickles or something.
I’m beginning to see a disturbing pattern here…kinda reminds me of this thread.
So I’m the one with the temper tantrum problem? maybe everyone should just stop being such ASSHOLES!! I’m actually quite delightful when stupid shit doesn’t happen.
It wasn’t the right food. We needed like five hamburgers and all that was in there was some skanky chicken sandwich.
Going off on people you’ll never see again does not ensure smooth sailing from then on. There will always be another person who will work your nerves.
BTW, although I’m not with you on the throwing of food, I do not and have never bought the excuse that you can’t expect good service at a burger joint on account of it’s a dead-end job. With the attitude many workers display, they’ll be flipping burgers the rest of their lives. Next time you get poor service from a minimum-wage worker, remind yourself that you’re working in your chosen field (I assume. At any rate, you’re getting paid above minimum) and that there’s a reason for that. Don’t strengthen their conviction that customers are assholes.
OK, this sounds way different from the scenario you originally told us about. I’m not saying you were lying, I certainly believe that a sketchy dude felt up your arm at the McDonald’s window and refused to correct the order. But you originally just said, “he messed up my order”, and left us with an image of some poor pimple-faced dude accidentally putting onion on your Big Mac and getting a faceful of Thousand Island for it.
…And then you throw this at me. I’m not trying to be PC, and consider the rights of chicken sandwiches to be free from derogatory labels, I’m just honestly bewildered at how you divined the sexual habits of the chicken, or the sandwich for that matter.
And your idea is what, exactly? Throw an empty paper bag? Waiting 14 seconds for it to fly to him and hoping for a paper cut in the eye doesn’t sound like much of a war plan.
are you SERIOUS? the guy touched me in a weird way and tried to get me to accept not only a wrong order but not nearly enough for the money I gave him. I was really not concerned with hurting his feelings! I would have even accepted the skanky chicken sandwich if he had given me five skanky sandwiches bc thats what i paid for.
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I’ve had it up to here with your offensive language missy.
Way to miss my point.
He was not supposed to touch you. When that happens, you ask to speak to a manager, even if it means parking and going inside. It also sounds as if he was handing out bags at random without matching them to the right cars, and that also warrants asking for a manager. The only way to deal with blatant assholishness is to make sure management knows about it. Descending to his level doesn’t solve anything; it just confirms his notion that customers are assholes and don’t deserve good service.
Alternatively, you could haul his ass out the window and run him over with your car, and then scream, “How you like me now, punk!” as you peel off.
A reasonable person would go to the parking lot and key all the vehicles parked in the back.
something about wanting to speak to someone’s manager always strikes me as more of an asshole move. I dunno its something the big men in ties do. BLah blah blah let me speak to your superior. I prefer STREET WARFARE
In the drivethrough incident, did you get either your food or your money back?
This line cracked me the hell up.
lobstermobster, if you think that’s bad, wait until they get to be the supremely self-righteous age of 12. 4 years or so I ago, when I still smoked, one of my students “caught” me smoking in public with a friend of mine who hadn’t shaved that day. She lit into me, giving me the whole “just say no” lecture, asking who the unshaven, gross guy was, etc. She was like a granny in a tweener body, except she never did anything bad, so she’s on this moral plain that’s unattainable in the adult world.
I told her that adults do not have to listen to lectures from 12 year olds, and that they sometimes do things that are fun but they know are bad for them. That’s one privilege of being an adult, along with eating dessert before dinner if they want to. I also told her that self-righteousness was considered just as gross and unpleasant as smoking in some circles. I’m fairly sure most of this retort was lost on her. Shoulda just flipped her the bird… ah, now that I have tenure… 
Um, she got revenge.
Yes. I would recommend it. With tenure I’d be doing this left and right. It feels awesome. Nothing gets a point across like giving the finger. Especially to children who wont respond to reason.
Okay so the pig. I never let myself get attached to our lab animals but this pig and I were just moon sisters. Whenever I came into the room she was really beligerent and would slam her body against the front of the pen repeatedly, especially when she was grumpy and hungry. But she would sweeten up and lick your hand and snarfle you a little bit. Anyways, she died for science yesterday. CCI study (controlled cortical injury) (plunk!) I decided to not go into the OR for that one.
You’ve probably gathered I work in animal using medical laboratories. Research assisting a neurologist and managing the bio-ethics committee called the IACUC (institutional animal care and use committee) at our hospital. Its small with not that many labs so its a monthly meeting of doctors and I do the day to day (my office is in the animal research facility which is why I’m the only 23 year old trying to start their dream careers SWIMMING IN ANIMAL POOP) I have to read everysingle animal protocol at our hospital so I know about all the messed up shit that goes on there. Ask me sometime about the erectile dysfunction as a result of diabetes study. How do you arouse a rat? The answer when I return.