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A coffee shop during lunch hour, ca. 1950.
Photo: Press Agency Atlantic Press via 1st Dibs
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faggotjoke · 1 year
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Wore makeup to work today for the first time in my life and I'm legit struggling. How do people keep it on all day? I answer the phone and leave half my foundation on the receiver. What am I missing here? Like the whole left side of my face is gone.
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tattoorue · 2 years
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If y'all want a wild story before I quit my job, I had a customer tell me that if I take vitamins my celiac will go away
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100yearoldcomics · 2 years
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June 3, 1922 Krazy Kat by George Herriman
[ID: Krazy Kat and Ignatz Mouse stand in a field staring at each other with their hands on their hips. /end] Krazy: Mr. Beever is a wundafil waita, "Ignatz." Ignatz: How do y'make that out?
[ID: Krazy sits on the grass and Ignatz bends at the waist to look him in the eye. /end] Krazy: He can carry so much more than any other waita, that's how. Ignatz: A-aah, get out!!!
[ID: They both look off-panel to the right as Mr. Beever, still unseen, walks up. /end] Krazy: Look, he comes now. Ignatz: Yes, and he's not carrying a bit more than any other waiter.
[ID: They lean casually on nothing as Mr. Beever walks up with a full tray of coffee. /end] Krazy: No-o-o-o? Ignatz: No!!!
[ID: Krazy twirls their whiskers as Ignatz looks on, shocked. Mr. Beever walks past, revealing another tray balanced on his wide, flat tail. /end] Krazy: Hmmm-mmm.
[ID: Officer Pupp walks up on Krazy and Ignatz as they tussle. /end] Pupp: What's the argament here, anyhow, huh? Krazy: Well, y'see, Offissa "Pupp," y'see-ee... Ignatz: Ah, shut up, it wasn't anything at all.
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salamispots · 8 months
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dream wip
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kenchann · 1 month
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let them cook (bake)
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.
If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.
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lesbian-not-unicorn · 11 months
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PSA from a hospitality worker, on behalf of ALL hospitality workers:
If you move a chair/seat from where we had it, PUT IT BACK WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED WITH IT!
We have enough things to do and clean up without you adding "put chairs back to where they came from" to our list!
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taffywabbit · 10 months
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i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level
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lunarstags · 1 year
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look if youre gonna be rude to anyone in the food sevice industry? be rude to the corporations who under pay us, be rude to the coporations who overwork us, be rude to the corporations who understaff us. most if not all waiters are working their fucking asses off to take care of all our customers. a twenty minute wait for food during a fucking slammed house rush is not a reason to be an asshole to me. im so fucking tired.
you want your waiters and cooks to do their best? advocate for better pay for them, advocate for better benefits, advocate for better working conditions
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siegfrida333 · 2 years
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There was this beautiful waitress once. I cannot for the life of me, remember what she looked like, but her personality was awesome, and isn't that the whole point? She was glorious.
Anyway, what had happened was, we were at BDubs, and she was taking our order. I was with my mom and siblings and I was a teen I think? Unsure. Anyway, I ordered a black bean burger, and she Lit Up
Me: "can I please get the Black Bean burger?"
Beautiful waitress: "Those are so good! And so good for you! Their full of fiber and the veggies they use in the blend is awesome, full of good for you stuff. It's one of the healthiest and tastiest things on the menu!"
Me: (after nodding along and being swept away by her excitement) "... with chilli on the burger "
Beautiful Waitress: "you just lost all of the healthiness right there. Poof. Gone. There is no more health in that burger. Sounds delicious though."
We all shared a laugh at my odd order and the rollercoaster of emotions we all went though on the short interaction, and we moved on with our night.
I don't completely understand why I like this memory so much, but I think about her often. I hope she's doing great.
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Work story for the anons: had a customer from a bar come in and ask for California rolls. Told him, and these were my exact words "No sir, we don't serve Japanese food at this establishment" and he deadass started crying and called me mean
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100yearoldcomics · 2 years
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June 27, 1922 Abie the Agent by Harry Hershfield: "Friendly Advice."
[ID: Abe Kabibble walks down the street, smoking a cigarette, carrying his suit jacket in the crook of his arm. /end] Abe: I'd like to petronize Sigmund's restaurant, but I can't stend his tough waiters!
[ID: He sits at a table in the fine restaurant and is served by an indifferent waiter. The waiter leans on Abe's tabletop, his other hand on his hip, a towel tucked in the crook of his arm. Abe shakes with frustration. /end] Waiter: Well, what'll yu' have?? Abe: A couple of boiled eggs. And a few kind words!!
[ID: Abe crosses his arms across his chest angrily. /end] Abe: That's the way to talk to them style of waiters. They got respect for you, then!
[ID: The waiter glumly sets down a plate with two eggs. /end] Waiter: Here's yer eggs. Anything else?? Abe: Yes. "The few kind words"!
Waiter: Sure. DON'T EAT THEM EGGS! [ID: The waiter points at Abe's plate. Abe shakes even harder. /end]
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sboochi · 9 months
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Hypotetical meet-cute that turns into Jack questioning his life and Hiccup wondering who the frick is that guy staring at him from across the street
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the-mother-of-lions · 3 months
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roronoa zoro
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