I went to a Sephora and ordered a Honda Accord. They were stunned, mouths agog. It took them hours to recover and finally reply they don’t have Honda Accords. So I gave them a super smug piece-of-shit grin and was like, “Fine. Bring me a Civic.”
@batkaren this is a terrible anecdote. no one at the restaurant had access to hammer to bury in Saxon's stupid face?
@MisterWanko @batkaren We're I serving, rather than dishonor my restaurant, I think I'd just mention that special off-menu orders for the scions of fascist jackoffs would be $10000 apiece, and the so-called richest man in the US would have to pay cash in advance because X stock might drop too far before the bill is presented.
@log @batkaren These situations are fascinating to me. I wonder how often the owner is such an inveterate capitalist that they would cater to this level of entitlement. When you speak of honor or dishonor, it makes me wonder what someone's restaurant is all /about/, that the concept of honor comes into play.
@MisterWanko @batkaren The profit of the restaurant goes to the owner, but the honor of the restaurant belongs to its workers.