Red Mosquito

B wrote:This is totally rational, but I have nowhere else to post this.

I went to a gas station today. Ten or so pumps were all full and cars were lined up, so I got behind a pick-up truck. No one was at the pump, so I figured he was inside paying. I sat there for 10 minutes and no one came out of the store, and eventually a pump next to the truck opened up.

I backed up and drove around the pumps, so I could get to the open pump on the correct side. Somehow I made it without someone stealing the spot. I start pumping and look up, and that mother fucker in the truck was just sitting in his cab talking on his phone. When I finished pumping my gas, people were lining up again, and he was STILL sitting in his cab talking on the phone.

I never wanted to drag a person from their car and pummel them so badly in my life.

epilogue wrote:Everything alright, KT?

knee tunes wrote:

epilogue wrote:Everything alright, KT?

Fuck you

No

epilogue wrote:

knee tunes wrote:

epilogue wrote:Everything alright, KT?

Fuck you

No

I'm sorry. Do you need to talk? Anything we can do to help?

BurtReynolds wrote:Rando fast food joints have options to tip now and I hate it.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Rando fast food joints have options to tip now and I hate it.

Yeah this is getting out of hand. I’m not tipping you if i ordered my burger at a counter

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:Can you guys please qualify where your anger is directed?

At the employees for wanting your money?

At the business owners for allowing the policy?

At the Square/Clover POS app makers for normalizing this part of the customer interaction?

At the government for driving an economic system that keeps the wage slaves down?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Bammer wrote:The go kart thing is out of control. F that.

tragabigzanda wrote:Can you guys please qualify where your anger is directed?

At the employees for wanting your money?

At the business owners for allowing the policy?

At the Square/Clover POS app makers for normalizing this part of the customer interaction?

At the government for driving an economic system that keeps the wage slaves down?

bodysnatcher wrote:Yeah the tipping thing is way out of control. Even before this, I hated the concept of tipping. Never made sense. Why is it customary to tip a barista for pushing a few buttons and assembling some ingredients at most? But you don’t tip at McDonalds? Seems like they actually do more work than pouring a cup of brown water.

BurtReynolds wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Yeah the tipping thing is way out of control. Even before this, I hated the concept of tipping. Never made sense. Why is it customary to tip a barista for pushing a few buttons and assembling some ingredients at most? But you don’t tip at McDonalds? Seems like they actually do more work than pouring a cup of brown water.

I think it's weird that we tip bartenders much more than baristas, but baristas arguably do more work.

BurtReynolds wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Yeah the tipping thing is way out of control. Even before this, I hated the concept of tipping. Never made sense. Why is it customary to tip a barista for pushing a few buttons and assembling some ingredients at most? But you don’t tip at McDonalds? Seems like they actually do more work than pouring a cup of brown water.

I think it's weird that we tip bartenders much more than baristas, but baristas arguably do more work.