As improbable as it may seem, we may have finally found a menu item grosser than the Quesadilla Cheeseburger. Via the San Luis Obispo Tribune, Cathleen Martin and her family went into a Paso Robles, California, Applebee's on Dec. 20, presumably because every other restaurant in a 50-mile radius had been hit by sudden freak meteor strikes and they'd already tried scavenging all nearby gas station dumpsters. Left with no other choice, Martin doubtlessly choked back the taste of bile, entered the (for lack of a better term) restaurant, and forced herself to order the Chinese chicken salad through clenched teeth. After she, her husband, and their young child ate from the dish, they were inexplicably shocked to discover it contained a severed human fingertip. Then this sentence happened:
I actually got my mother to go to Kalachandji's in Dallas, once. Imagine it: all of these freaky browns serving her vegetarian food in an actual Hare Krishna temple with the "mWAAAwwwAAAwww" throat singing going on in the background -- ON A SUNDAY. I have no idea how I made that happen, but she even managed to admit she liked it. My reaction was that the place has slipped a little since its heyday, but slipped a little is still far better than any of their usual choices. . .
That's the part that had me really scratching my head. Wouldn't they have have noticed the lost finger, on account of needing to call 911 for the person who lost it?
I think conservativism, at it's core, is rooted in a fear of new things, of change - a desire for things to be the same everywhere for always. Going to a new restaurant means trying something new, but Olive Garden is the same everywhere.
I can kind of understand the "confirmed it belonged to an employee" bit. I may or may not have had a manager who misplaced a bit of his finger tip and it was never found. I don't work in a restaurant kitchen environment and there was no food for it to fall into so we're pretty sure it didn't end up in food, just under a particularly dark bench or something.
... not to mention, as a "partner", you had absolutely no say in anything. Not the hours you were assigned (never static), not the performance review you were arbitrarily given (usually because of a dollar or two discrepancy in a daily cash-out), nor the ability to speak freely at work - about such things as the benefits of becoming a unionized workforce. Yeah... "partners" my pink puckered arse... it is, as you said, a completely patronizing title for indentured servitude.
True that. It is amazin how fast the local guys who have been the garbage men for years will lose their jobs, the second a buncha Republicans get on the voting board in your county.Like 2 days here.
Edit: OH! And former Gov Mac "jail house" Donald, first thing he did when he was elected? Slashed school funding. Second thing? Reopened the closed rest areas and hired Waste Management to do all the pickups. Surprised, I was not. Best part? Not one of the mofo's doing any of it were Virginians. Not one.
Ah, so some did survive! Mercy buckets!
...wait, what would you test for if there were brain tissue in there?
"Traut also once represented another restaurant customer who found a used condom in their French onion soup at a Claim Jumper..."
Used? USED?!
I actually got my mother to go to Kalachandji's in Dallas, once. Imagine it: all of these freaky browns serving her vegetarian food in an actual Hare Krishna temple with the "mWAAAwwwAAAwww" throat singing going on in the background -- ON A SUNDAY. I have no idea how I made that happen, but she even managed to admit she liked it. My reaction was that the place has slipped a little since its heyday, but slipped a little is still far better than any of their usual choices. . .
Especially if you are vegetarian.
That's the part that had me really scratching my head. Wouldn't they have have noticed the lost finger, on account of needing to call 911 for the person who lost it?
I think conservativism, at it's core, is rooted in a fear of new things, of change - a desire for things to be the same everywhere for always. Going to a new restaurant means trying something new, but Olive Garden is the same everywhere.
I can kind of understand the "confirmed it belonged to an employee" bit. I may or may not have had a manager who misplaced a bit of his finger tip and it was never found. I don't work in a restaurant kitchen environment and there was no food for it to fall into so we're pretty sure it didn't end up in food, just under a particularly dark bench or something.
Kuru
Oh my, that turned out to be an interesting Google search.
... or a better (real) meal.
... not to mention, as a "partner", you had absolutely no say in anything. Not the hours you were assigned (never static), not the performance review you were arbitrarily given (usually because of a dollar or two discrepancy in a daily cash-out), nor the ability to speak freely at work - about such things as the benefits of becoming a unionized workforce. Yeah... "partners" my pink puckered arse... it is, as you said, a completely patronizing title for indentured servitude.
... well, when you fuck a bag of onions, you don't want to get weeping blisters...or so I've been told.
Oh yeah, I mean that hurts VERY badl—uh, hurt a friend of mine very badly.
Maybe? Bit of a mama's boy?
True that. It is amazin how fast the local guys who have been the garbage men for years will lose their jobs, the second a buncha Republicans get on the voting board in your county.Like 2 days here.
Edit: OH! And former Gov Mac "jail house" Donald, first thing he did when he was elected? Slashed school funding. Second thing? Reopened the closed rest areas and hired Waste Management to do all the pickups. Surprised, I was not. Best part? Not one of the mofo's doing any of it were Virginians. Not one.