ohpierre:

flaminganakin:

pettyrevenge:

Old People Restaurant Scam. You know the scam. Whine about perfectly good food to get some sort of comp.

In their old age, my parents befriended another older couple who would pull this stunt everywhere they went. After my mother told me a few stories about how their new friends had shown them how to get discounted or free meals, I felt like I was suddenly the responsible adult, concerned about the bad influence these people were on my parents.

While visiting my parents with my girlfriend, this other couple attended dinner with us. As I expected, the food was brought to the table and they immediately began dramatically complaining to one another about the quality/taste/temperature/etc. They were making a scene in order to attract the attention of the waitress. When our waitress returned to ask how we were doing, the miserable old bastard who played the lead role in their act took a deep breathe, struck a dramatic pose (with his hand raised to begin gesticulating for emphasis) and bega–I leaned forward and cut him off before he could finish the first word: “Everything is absolutely fantastic. It’s all great! Thank you very much!” She smiled, and began her obligatory “Great, well if you need any–” when he made a second attempt. “We come here all the time an–”. I didn’t acknowledge that he was speaking at all, repeated that all was just as we ordered and thank her again.

He was stunned and thrown off from his routine by my interruption. During this pause the waitress walked away (It seemed clear that she knew what they were trying to accomplish). He turned bright red. I turned to my girlfriend and, smiling and without lowering my voice, stated how pitiful it is that some people could be dishonest, deceitful and put at risk the livelihood of a cook, server or hostess for a pathetic discount or a free early-bird special. My passive-aggressive reverse-parenting broke my parents of the habit in short time.

And baby boomers talk shit about Millennials being entitled

As a Jimmy Johns employee for three years, the largest demographic that scams us for sandwiches are older than 40.

pyomorphic:

cmder:

“horse discourse”

actually it’s pronounced hors d’oeuvre

glumshoe:

Sometimes I’ll go out like, intentionally presenting feminine, wearing lipstick and a regular bra, and without even hearing my voice, people will address me as “sir”.

I paid hundreds of dollars on hormones and binders and concealing clothing, yet all it took was a haircut and a button-down shirt for you to read me as male? All my work, all my angst and dysphoria, going unappreciated! I suffered through acne and dislocated ribs and and a second puberty and syncope convulsions and yet you’re just gonna base your gender-assessment exclusively on my hair?

Don’t get me wrong, I love being confusing and able to pass with little effort, but jeez! I ain’t even trying today! I guess it just goes to show how conservative Indiana tends to be.

See the “snake in a bag” post I recently reblogged