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Correcting People
I get a card from my paper delivery person every year as well. In it is usually an envelope with his address. This year there was no envelope and I have actually been upset that I cannot tip him, because I am not up at 4:30 a.m. when he is delivering my paper in the pouring rain. It is a solicitation for a tip, I agree, but a well-deserved tip it is, so therefore I find nothing wrong with the practice. It provides the option to tip or not to tip. Unlike those tip jars we see everywhere now that shame you into leaving your change. Also, I agree that the card a service provider gives to customers should be non-denominational. It is called courtesy. JB, you did a service by educating him in an area that could cause someone to not send a tip when their original intent was to do so because the content of the card offended them. Because, yes, towel, there are numbnuts out there that take offense to everything, just because they can. That does not mean none of them tip.— December 23, 2008 10:03 a.m.
Only Women Bleed -- A Lady Stabs Herself
Yes! I hate that premise that the customer is always right. Sometimes they are not. By offering them a reasonable alternative while politely explaining that their original request simply is not an option, then they have no choice but to take their terrible business elsewhere.— December 23, 2008 9:46 a.m.
San Diego restaurants giving money to hotel concierges?
How about the Tourette Chia Pet? Or the Crapper? Crap on, crap off. Although these may be a tad too sophisticated for Fumbler, perhaps we can all chip in and provide a tutor as well. A puppy would be nice, but please provide the pork chop to tie around Fumbler's neck.— December 23, 2008 9:40 a.m.
Only Women Bleed -- A Lady Stabs Herself
And now all the skinheads are going to flock to Walmart, that wonderful company that completely identifies with exterminating everything in its path that would be a hindrance to its goals.— December 22, 2008 11:25 a.m.
Andrea Tevlin, San Diego's budget analyst, too busy to talk
It's "the mouth of the river...of barf." Don't you know Fumbler well enough by now?— December 20, 2008 2:30 p.m.
Sleeping During Nine Inch Nails
Um, I don't think he saw me.....— December 18, 2008 4:15 p.m.
Crash and burn
Kinda makes you wish their roof would cave in.— December 17, 2008 6:38 p.m.
Sleeping During Nine Inch Nails
I conked out at Ray Charles. Not quite the decibel level of Nails, but it was RAY freakin' Charles! He died not long after that. I think it was the pre-concert martinis.— December 15, 2008 10:45 a.m.
Judging Teachers
Then why have them in the first place? That being the tee-shirts, the wife and the Chargers tickets. Life is supposed to be FUN, not a lifetime of worrying about offending. Someone somewhere is going to be offended no matter what you do. Some are offended that you have the audacity to do a job they themselves wish they had. Some are offended by my ability to hold a good job and actually make money at it. People are going to be mad if you do something good or if you do something bad. Don't you get sick of political correctness? I don't mean being a classless slob (hence not wearing the offensive tee-shirt to a Chuckie Cheese) but when did everyone lose their sense of humor and replace it with complaints about a simple request for Santa Claus's ethnicity? http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,24…— December 13, 2008 12:45 p.m.
Judging Teachers
I'm afraid I am going to have to agree about the public hand-holding thing being a bit nutty. Just because you are a teacher does not mean that all your civil liberties are to cease because some kid might catch you kissing your wife. To make teachers paranoid to enjoy their marriages in public seems wrong, and verges on the passage of laws disallowing public displays of affection for any public employee. It's not like they are going at it in public, which would pose a problem for any of us, not just teachers. But I do understand what you are getting at. When you are in a position of responsibility to the public, or a representative of the public, you must conduct yourself at a higher standard. As well you should.— December 12, 2008 4:25 p.m.