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My dad’s a quibbler but my mom is Solutionist that tries to fix problems. I grew up going to restaurants with my dad so we could complain about the food and the service, and while I didn’t really believe in it, there’s still something really comforting to me about a corner booth in a noisy, badly lit restaurant with poor service. I’m not practicing at all, and sometimes I even try to fix my problems or just not let small things bother me, but when I’m down in the dumps a nice grumble does really lift my spirits.
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May 12, 2022 20:01
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To the tune of ‘a mighty fortress is our god”: ‘The Service has been most slipshod; I wish that child would stop wailing’
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May 12, 2022 20:04
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‘I sing a song of the cranks of god, Crabby and weak and sour, Who whined and griped and shirked and cried, Over standing in an quite short queue. And one was a doctor, and one was a queen, And one was a white lady name Ka-reen! they were all of them cry babies, and I mean, God damnit, to be one too.’
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May 12, 2022 20:14
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