- What M*A*S*H fans say: I'm fine.
- What M*A*S*H fans actually mean: No. I'm not okay. I'm not okay that Trapper is gone. I will never be okay that he is gone. I miss Trapper John. I miss those curls and that smile and I am always going to miss that mustard yellow bath robe. I am always going to miss his stupid cunning grin and the shameless flirting and every martini hangover in the OR. I am always going to miss that Boston accent and the fact that he was Hawkeye's first partner in crime. I will always miss Wayne Rogers. Always.
Skyline from Crescent Park
15 available @11x17
Love. I want to buy one!
Family: *says something racist*
Family: *says something sexist*
Family: *says something homophobic*
Family: *makes fun of people with tattoos*
Family: *tells you why you’re bad at life*
Family: why don’t you wanna spend time with us?
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It’s 9:55pm on a Tuesday night
A group of 10 teenage girls come into the restaurant.
“What time do you guys close?”
I say, “We close at 10:00pm”
She replies, “table for ten please”
A little frustrated (because I’m not a fucking hostess/server) I seat them and inform them that a server will be with them shortly.
I have to go to the back and retrieve a server who just got her tips from the day and is packing up to go home.“_____, we have a table of ten for you..”
She started to cry because she had been there since we OPENED that morning and hadn’t seen her babies that day.
Obviously she’s angry too, and it shows.
But she’s still attentive to the young ladies.They don’t get up from the table until almost 11:00 and come to the front to pay.
“Our server was a bitch”
“Our server was mean”
“Our server didn’t like us”“Your server just wanted to go home an hour ago,” I say.
“It’s her job, she’s getting paid, so what?”
I let them know that she’s worked hard today and wanted to be able to see her kids before her husband tucks them in bed.
They pay, leave no tip for her, and leave the building.
The moral of the story is that it’s not “cute” or “cool” to go to restaurants late at night right before they close.
Workers want to go home.
Workers want to see their families.
Workers want to get sleep so they can do it all over again tomorrow.It doesn’t matter if you’re rude or polite.
When we say that we close at 10:00pm, we would really like to ACTUALLY close at 10:00pm. And even if you leave RIGHT AT closing, that server still has to clean up after you.
Make sure the table is clean, make sure the floor is clean, make sure the dishes are clean and put away, make sure they have their tips, and get a manager to walk them to their car.We don’t care about your $3 tip.
We want to go home.reminder that servers/workers are people too and they have lives and the majority of them have families. dont forget your humanity
Yes! Most frustrating thing, and they sit and chat for a ridiculous amount of time, when they can go chat in their fucking cars or anywhere else but inside, instead of being courteous and realizing we live a life outside of our jobs and want to go home!!! When you’re done eating and paying, LEAVE.
My fucking life.
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a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?
70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves
There is nothing to defend
#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)
This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.
Oh my god
Just to add onto that, our childhood wasn’t even technology based. We grew up knowing of chalk, skateboards, jump rope, street hockey, playgrounds, butterfly collecting, etc. Slowly technology took over our lives and now there are hardly kids playing outside in the summer. We can clearly remember our childhood as it was and now we can see the clear line between it. We were the generation right smack in the middle of it all. Our parents were of non-tech and our children/young siblings will be all tech.
Not to mention, ours was the last generation that grew up with all those bright promises of “work hard, go to college, and you’ll have a successful life,” only to find those hopes abruptly dashed when the housing bubble burst. Milliennials have grown up expecting that disappointment, because for them, the problem has been there since Day One.
So 90s kids aren’t just nostalgic…we’re BITTER. And we ache for those days when we could still think that the world was boundless and full of the opportunities we were promised since the first day of kindergarten.
Every time someone adds to this i have too reblog.
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Me after work partying hard
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