Coatlicue posted:

Yeah, I'm sure the manager will be telling this story for years.

bringmyfishback posted:

I don't really understand why you're so smug about this. A lot of people in the US do this and use their passport/driver's license to prove who they are. It's their choice, and while I don't think it really makes any difference in whether their poo poo gets stolen, it's a matter of personal preference and not really a loving YANKS issue.

bringmyfishback posted:

It's not an aversion when the system isn't widely available. I agree chip and pin is better, though.

Mr. Bad Guy posted:

poo poo that happened, today I went to a Chic-fil-a, and when I got my spicy chicken deluxe, it looked exactly like the picture. It was the Brad Pitt of chicken sandwiches. I'm not that douche that takes pictures of his food, but the thing looked loving sexy. Thick, dark lettuce, and these tomato slices where perfectly circular, like half an inch thick. The chicken itself was like two shades darker than golden brown, and the pepper check cheese looked Like it came from a deli. It was kinda hard to start eating it.

nerdz posted:

bringmyfishback posted:

1. Yes
2. Maybe
3. Beans and a hamburger

Lowly posted:

Where is that thread? I could really use something like that about now.

Meanwhile, on tumblr:



Minus creativity points for:

- No standing ovation from the women across the way
- Alternately, the women across the way do not burst into a round of "Bohemian Rhapsody"
- No one notices her heroics and proposes marriage

Ratjaculation posted:

Fake. Who in the Britain drinks from milk cartons?

Ratjaculation posted:

I saw bags of milk in Sainsburys. When you return from China buy a bag, and find a box in a lane - let the reminiscing commence.

Khazar-khum posted:

Thing is, stores do cut off customers. My idiot stepmother would buy the same thing in several sizes instead of trying it on at the store, then bring the ones that didn't fit back. It got so bad some stores refused her business.

I scream, you scream...

Gawker Media posted:

Way back in the late 80's, I was working at a small town restaurant in rural Alberta. It was a bit of an odd set up in that it had a coffee shop/diner in the front, a bus station/convenience store/coffee counter in the middle, and an actual dining room in the back. Sort of a one-stop-shop.

I had just started working there and had only done a week or two at this point. One of the other waitresses came into the back crying and shaking. The manager asked her what was wrong and she said "*SHE* is back and in my section again." Manager tells me to take care of her instead. Gee, thanks, Manager!

So I go out to the table, not in my section, and see that this woman in her late 30's or early 40's is sitting there grinning like she's just made the best joke ever, with her hands, arms, and clothes COVERED in fish guts and blood, her hand full of bait worms. I backed off and went back into the kitchen and the other waitress tells me that she has done this before, coming in having just butchered her catches, just to mess with the other waitress because the woman knows it'll make the waitress cry and freak out. This is the first time with actual worms, though, which apparently she pulled from her pocket and shoved in the waitress' face. Manager has by this point completely disappeared.

I, being the put-up-with-zero-bullshit type of person my mother taught me to be, went back out to the table and told the woman that she was going to get her rear end out of my diner and don't come back unless she was fit to be seen in public again, and if she shoved those worms at me one more time she'd be pulling back a stump. She hollers for the manager, who is nowhere to be found, and finally stomps her way out of the restaurant, yelling and dripping fish guts the entire time.

How I didn't lose my job over this, I will never know. Eventually, the useless manager slunk his way back into the restaurant through the back door and acted like nothing ever happened.

Huntersoninski posted:

Yeah. that will get him some. I'll never understand why people think throwing little baby tantrums are an effective turn on. Just loving talk to her about it.

Person from a certain image board posted:

>Browsing in gamestop
>Random autistic man comes up beside me and asks if I play sonic games.
>Decide to be nice
>"Uh, well used to when I was younger"
>"You should get sonic generations! it's sooo good"
>Oh, okay, maybe I will..."
>Walk away from him, only to be followed around the store until I decide to leave.
>He follows me out of the store
>I start walking away faster
>he begins to pick up his speed to keep up with me
>I eventually start speed walking
>I turn around to see him beginning to hunch forward with his arms extended horizontal behind his back like sonic
>"N-no!" I cry as I began to run at full speed
>"sooooonic....sooooonic! SOOOOONIC!!" he begins to chant as he chases me to the mall exit.
>I bust through the doors and run to my car

To this day I fear that he's still chasing me . It's only a matter of time before he catches up.

Zelder posted:

That story is true, Sonic Generations is really good

Tunicate posted:

Decrepus posted:

Herb (with the H pronounced) is reserved as a name for older black men.

ibntumart posted:

Or invitations.

ibntumart posted:

quote:

I worked briefly in Argos. We were briefed heavily about what we could and could not sell, how much of a fine the company and ourselves would get if we sold kids an 18 rated game and what to do if you suspected an adult was buying one for a child. It only really came up once during my brief tenure. A woman with her son, whom I would estimate to be about 7 or 8 came to the desk. Handed me her little slip with the catalogue number on it. Grand Theft Auto Vice City Stories for the psp. The boy was holding his psp. I told her the name of the game. She said 'yes thats the one'. I said "Madam, are you aware this is an 18 rated game?". She said "Yes, but he's been good."

At this point I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"I'm sorry madam but I am afraid I cannot sell you this title."

"What?" she started, angry and confused "Why not?!"
"Because it is an 18 rated title and you have indicated to me you are buying it for your son here, who is clearly not 18, so by company policy and quite frankly *the law* I am unable to sell it to you."
"That's ridiculous! It's just a video game! I'm over 18!"
I reached behind me to where the psp games were, thankfully, hanging.
"A PSP game that contains..." and I point to the back of the box "'excessive violent content including gore, sexual content, sexual violence, violence towards animals, torture, drug use, excessive swearing, promotion of criminal activity..." I looked up and she was agape, just staring at me. "Madam this is a game where your son can pick up a prostitute, pay money to have sex with her in his stolen car, then beat her to death with a baseball bat to get the money back."
"I didn't know they made games like that!"
"I'm sorry madam but what did you think the 18 rating meant?"
She stared at her son for a moment. The boy looked up at her, a confused look on his face. I don't think he knew what most of what I was saying meant. He probably just wanted the game because his friends said it was cool.
"Madam if you still want the game you can go across the road to gamestation and try there. Maybe they'll be able to sell it to you."
She left the store. I didn't see if she went to gamestation.