New container of creamer. Slight shake. Open. Pour. Yuck, what just plopped into my coffee? Oh right, they were bubbles. That gets me every damn time.
How does requesting scrambled eggs give the cook permission to use an egg substitute?
If I ever play drumset in a band again, and the front-man decides to jump off my bass drum in a display of showmanship, he’ll never jump again.
The job of a manager is to make their employees happy, so their employees in-turn, can make the customers happy.
Is it our duty as humans to educate ourselves? For the betterment of the species?