Mine's a teaspoon - eviltoast
  • Churbleyimyam@lemm.ee
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    9 months ago

    Mine is a butter knife. I had a poor quality and overpriced meal at a restaurant and stole it in revenge. When I got home and started using it I realised that every single thing about that restaurant would always be atrocious and nothing would ever make it OK to eat there.

    • r3df0x ✡️✝☪️@7.62x54r.ru
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      8 months ago

      My wife works in retail and a lot of employees in the service industry have main character syndrome and probably aren’t accommodating of people with autism and unusual needs.

      I used to think it was insane that people were afraid of getting their food spat in for asking for no pickles but I get it now. My dad would always resist making special requests like that when my autistic sister was a boy because she had a consistency thing about pickles or any other changes in the consistency of food and our dad would always make excuses about it taking a long time. She worked in retail for a long time and there are absolutely employees who are petty enough to spit in food over simple requests like that because “it disrupts their system.”