it’s my shirt…
I always thought it was a skirt…
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@wtfthissukz
it’s my shirt…
I always thought it was a skirt…
I was 18 and in my first “managerial” job. I.e. Swing Shift Manager at a fast food burger joint. Like every place, we had a couple of “usuals” who were a**holes for the sake of being a**holes. One of them, an over-the-top egregiously aggressive woman who found fault with everything, would go ballistic if you so much as failed to address her as “ma'am” in every sentence.
Things came to a head when she was so rude to one of our counter clerks that she made the girl cry. I told the girl to go back to the break room and take a breather, and then calmly informed the woman that she was no longer welcome in our store. That triggered the nuclear option. I waited for the screaming and cursing to stop, waved her to the door, and then watched as she left.
I sent Corporate her CC number and license plate info, and they sent her a “you’re banned from ALL the stores” letter, filed it with the local PD, and told us to call the cops immediately if she ever showed up in our store again.
Which she did. A few weeks later, she showed up ready to launch into another tirade for whatever imagined offense might occur. We politely kicked her out despite her screaming that the do-not-trespass order was fake, wasn’t legal, didn’t apply to her, her lawyer said … It happened again a couple of times, but eventually her luck broke and there happened to be two cops on their dinner break in the restaurant.
I was on shift that night. And I can tell you that I have rarely been so satisfied as when I showed the officers the order, identified the woman as the person referred to in it, told them about the frequent return visits and then watched them arrest her on the spot. Best of all, I never had to testify- she went totally ballistic and scratched a cop’s face. No need to book her for trespassing when resisting arrest and cop assault were so convenient!
Now, the vast majority of this story is Instant Karma. So why am I posting this here? The answer is simple: After they hauled her away, I noticed that her car was still in our lot… Oh yessss. That call to the towing company was the most satisfying two minutes of my young life. Sure, I could have just let it sit there until she came back for it. But make my register clerk cry? Yeah, enjoy your trip to the impound lot… ma'am.
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teens will relate to this blog!
if it ends with "kin" its probably really stupid and made up thnks
Pumpkins aren’t real I fucking knew it
FUCK napkins
These people have to much money
Genius
Today I fucked up... by trying to follow directions
I was in my chem lab and we were working with copper sulfate. Important thing to note about copper sulfate is you can’t put it down the regular drain because otherwise you get the college sued for poisoning the well water. So we have the special disposal containers, which my lab instructor said was ‘in the fume hood’.
I finish and have a bit of extra copper sulfate left over, so I go to the fume hood and pour it in the big bottle of liquid. In following proper procedure, I rinsed my beaker out with water and put that into the disposal unit as well (because people really hate toxic metals in their drinking water).
Later on, I pass by another fume hood. I looked over and saw a big bottle labeled ‘copper sulfate disposal’. That big bottle was not the big bottle I had used.
Praying to whatever deity would listen, I went over to the lab instructor and told him what I had done.
Turns out I had put the copper sulfate and more water into the class stock solution, diluting it so that no one knew what concentration it was anymore. Which means I had ruined the batch. So the professor had to pour out almost two whole liters of copper sulfate solution (and probably over $100) because I put in less than fifty extra milliliters of water.
Naturally, I’m a chem major and the professor was the department head. I’m contemplating a different major now.
My homie car got stuck earlier today
that’s so fucking stupid i’m crying lmao
you feel really stupid when it loops again