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Excuse me, your Freudian slip is showing.
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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
You must be fucking joking. I'm supposed to eat burnt up eggs that they fucked up because the waitress is at the end of a long day? Fuck that. Send them back politely and pray they aren't sauteed in spit.
Word.
TM
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I have a friend with Food Issues. Going out with her is a fucking pain in the ass because every order is a complicated, convoluted recreation of something on the menu. More often than not, the order gets fucked up, and she ends up sending stuff back. I ALWAYS order the simplest thing to prepare on the menu when I go out with her in the hopes that the inevitable fall out from the kitchen doesn't extend to her tablemates.
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