Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband would have told me not to look at it.
Do you have OCD by chance?
OP here
I have no OCD diagnosis. It's hard not to look at something that is directly in my natural line of sight, just 3 feet away.
Anonymous wrote:My husband would have told me not to look at it.
Do you have OCD by chance?
Anonymous wrote:Once I had a job answering the phones at a pizza place and my genius colleagues accidentally baked a cleaning rag into a deep dish pizza. The guy called, and I didn't believe him at all, so he brought in the offending pizza. So, that's my bar for disgusting. Is the rag IN my food? No? Carry on.
Anonymous wrote:I would not have been bothered. I don’t know how you have survived in food service if you are still ruminating on this days later.
You should have asked to be moved or refused the table in the first place.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Wouldn’t have bothered me. I expect OP doesn’t have a lot of real world experience if it bothers her so much.
What kind of "real world experience" involves staring at filthy rags while you eat? I've worked in food service for years and have used cleaning rags myself on the job.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Gasp. A RAG!!?!? No!! How horrific of a thing to see when you are eating; or all things. How absolutely vomitous.
🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
If you pulled this when I was eating with you, I would never NEVER want to hang out with you again. I can't stand precious people who think the world should fold to their sensitive needs.
If you think a dirty rag 3 feet from your face while you're eating is acceptable, I'm sure there are many other reasons why we wouldn't be friends.
Anonymous wrote:Wouldn’t have bothered me. I expect OP doesn’t have a lot of real world experience if it bothers her so much.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Wow, OP. You went to a diner at the beach and are surprised it’s a diner at the beach.
Someone gets seated at the bussing station table. If you didn’t want to be seated there, say so.
Why didn’t you switch seats with your DH?
It wasn't a diner at the beach. It was nowhere near a beach and it was not a diner.
Why didn’t you switch seats with DH instead of making him do all your work?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Wow, OP. You went to a diner at the beach and are surprised it’s a diner at the beach.
Someone gets seated at the bussing station table. If you didn’t want to be seated there, say so.
Why didn’t you switch seats with your DH?
It wasn't a diner at the beach. It was nowhere near a beach and it was not a diner.