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Slow New Years Eve planned for tonight here. Ordered a gut-bomb pizza (which took two hours to arrive, was cold, and the wrong order, so I actually yelled to the driver as he was pulling away and took my money back, then ate chicken and rice), and now Tunch and I are going to spend the last night of the year watching movies.

Although I have to admit- I am kind of curious to see how the Anderson Cooper/Kathy Griffin train wreck is going to play out, so I may have to tune into that for a bit. I caught a little bit of them together last night, and she looked like she had had major work done. And while I think Kathy Griffin is pretty damned funny in very small doses, I fully expect their NYE special to be a total disaster, so I am going to check that out for a bit.

Other than that- hot chocolate is the big event tonight. Exciting stuff, no? At any rate, it has been a good year, and a busy one, so maybe a nice calm night is the right way to end 2008. Hope you all have a good one, and we’ll see you next year.

I might have some pictures of Tunch glaring at Laura W. up later.

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  3. 3.

    Just Some Fuckhead

    I made chicken and rice tonight also and me and the missus are watching movies with one of the kids. The other kid and the nephews are playing on the arcade machine. Their father is at the hospital with their stepmom trying to bring another boy into the world. They’ve been there since Monday.

    I’m killing a bottle of Dynamite Vineyards Cabernet and trying to let go of work. My boss got laid off November 4th and my new boss leaves Friday. When I started with my department spring of this year, I had five co-workers. Now it’s just me. I don’t mind working by myself but the workload is borderline unbearable and I start back to school on the thirteenth of January.

    Happy New Year to all the regulars. It’s gonna get a lot worse before it gets better, if it does.

  7. 7.

    Punchy

    Mr. Cole, I hope to GOD that "Tunch" is a euphanism for a smoking hot blonde w/ front junk and a great caboose….

  8. 8.

    kommrade reproductive vigor

    I spent the day playing an exciting computer game called Amazing Adventures in HTMHELL. Now I’ll be surprised if I’m awake at midnight.

    I know there are a lot of IT people here so I’ll say this now: If you ever want a job in the D.C. area let me know. I’ll personally garrote some useless fucks to create a vacancy.

  10. 10.

    Krista

    Quiet New Year’s eve here too. We’re expecting anywhere from 6 to 11 inches of snow tonight, so the husband and I are going to hunker down with some hot chocolate (spiked for him, virgin for me), a blanket, and a fire in the wood stove. I’ve never been much of a one for a rip-roaring New Year’s anyway — there’s always so much pressure to make it the Most Fun Night Ever(tm) that it’s invariably a letdown.

  11. 11.

    Laura W

    I might have some pictures of Tunch glaring at Laura W. up later.

    BRING IT ON, TUNCH BAYBEE!
    (Does that mean I have to stay up till 2009 and wait?)
    And by early 2009, you will take back everything bad you just said about Kathy Queen of Snark Griffin. In my next life, I want to come back as Joni Mitchell, Bonnie Raitt, or Kathy Griffin (with all the work, the $$, and the personal trainer.)
    Or Mrs. Stephen Colbert.
    The beauty of New Year’s Eve…to dream the delusional dreams.

  12. 12.

    Comrade Jake

    Griffin was on AC360 last night. I barely recognize her. She’s had all kinds of work done, in a sort of spooky way.

    Happy New Year folks.

  15. 15.

    West Coast libertarian

    Best advice I ever got wrt New Year’s Eve was in 1969 from a friend who said "I can drink 364 days of the year; one night a year I like to leave to the amateurs"

    Happy New Year to everyone at BJ. Thanks for all the entertainment. (And "that doesn’t make me a fucking astronaut" is hands-down the winner)

  16. 16.

    Krista

    Too many rookies are out on the town on NYE, and invariably someone throws up on your shoes or some other nonsense.

    There’s that, too. And I like my shoes. If someone threw up on them, they’d get a punch in the face.

    So it’s for the best. Hot cocoa it is.

  18. 18.

    JL

    The skinny mutt and I are watching another game in which the SEC creams the ACC. The earlier game between Boston College and Vandy seemed to set the stage. Moxie would love a diet of tenderloin but instead she gets Trader Joe’s dog food. She picks at it during the day and although I explain to her that there are starving dogs in Africa that would be happy with that food, she shakes her head at me in disgust.

  19. 19.

    Laura W

    @John Cole: "Cranky", John, the word is "Cranky".
    If I were Tunch, I really wouldn’t be making any "dish" jokes tonight, unless he hopes to see his homage list expanded to 15. Which is a nice number, actually.
    HUH TUNCH, HUH?

  21. 21.

    Charity

    Hubby and I got home this afternoon from visiting his folks in Kansas City, so it’s Whole Foods brand pizza and wine tonight.

    Happy New Year to all you juicy folks. This has become my favorite political blog and my go-to for the straight dope!

  24. 24.

    El Cruzado

    @kommrade reproductive vigor:

    I’m more of a software dev guy than IT, but if my job goes South I’ll take you at your word. It’s not like I can sell my townhome anyway…

    Other than that, my wife’s birthday is January 1st. I don’t know why everyone else celebrates it too.

  25. 25.

    J. Michael Neal

    The skinny mutt and I are watching another game in which the SEC creams the ACC. The earlier game between Boston College and Vandy seemed to set the stage. Moxie would love a diet of tenderloin but instead she gets Trader Joe’s dog food. She picks at it during the day and although I explain to her that there are starving dogs in Africa that would be happy with that food, she shakes her head at me in disgust.

    I tell the cats that, as soon as they get a job, they can have sushi grade tuna every night. I won’t even make them go to the grocery store; I’ll get it for them, as long as they pay. Until then, they get Cat Chow.

    None of them have taken me up on the offer yet.

  30. 30.

    Laura W

    @John Cole: Is your CAT really flaming my CATS, two of which are knock knock knockin’ on death’s door???
    Really???
    Wow.
    This is the BEST NY’s Eve EVER.
    (My other two cats are young and wily, and my dog is insane, so do not get too cocky and comfy over that hot cocoa, Tunch!)

  32. 32.

    Wini

    Happy New Year! Wish I was doing what John is doing (minus the cat – I’m allergic).. Instead I’m going to a party I don’t want to go to. But I plan to be about +8 when commenting later!

  35. 35.

    kommrade reproductive vigor

    I’ve never been much of a one for a rip-roaring New Year’s anyway—there’s always so much pressure to make it the Most Fun Night Ever™ that it’s invariably a letdown.

    Once you’ve been showered in champagne during sub-zero weather there’s really no need to repeat the experience.

    The last time I had a lot of fun on NYE was midnight, Jan 1. 2K. I hit the fuse box and everyone in the house screamed real loud.

  37. 37.

    Krista

    Tunch refuses to eat tuna

    That is the most bizarre thing I have ever heard. I’ve never heard of a cat who doesn’t like tuna. Are you sure he’s a cat?

  38. 38.

    Krista

    Kris—a WHAT in the face? I’m offended.

    A punch, not a Punchy. I’m not in the habit of flinging you into other peoples’ visages, in case you’ve not noticed.

  39. 39.

    JL

    The last time I had a lot of fun on NYE was midnight, Jan 1. 2K. I hit the fuse box and everyone in the house screamed real loud.

    I actually started having fun on NYE when I decided that I could stay home and just watch the tube. Earlier Laura wrote about the NY’s being a time for new beginnings and I agree with that.

  41. 41.

    Laura W

    @John Cole: You see how fast he backed down when threatened with the prospect of an insane dog? Back peddled and got all sweet, sympathetic, conciliatory and such?
    Further proof that you made the right call in not bringing an insane JRT into the house right now.
    Even though it totally took all the air out of my "I’m so helpful" self-perception.
    Whimper.

  43. 43.

    John Cole

    BTW- I think I am losing my mind, fwiw.

    A while back, I lost my cell phone for a number of hours, and had someone call me so I could find it, and it was in the freezer.

    Just a minute ago, I was in the kitchen. and I opened the cabinet under the sink and there was a foul odor. Not overbearing, but sort of a mildewy odor. It turns out then when I washed the floor four days ago (I do it by hand with a bucket- I am single and don’t have to mop that often), for whatever reason when I finished I put the bucket back underneath the sink.

    Without emptying the dirty soapy water and the rag.

    I think I am too young for oldtimers, but I am losing it anyway.

  44. 44.

    Comrade grumpy realist

    Today was spent dealing with a set of gawd-awful legal files which had been transferred to us. I think the client finally got fed up with their previous "eminent" law firm making mice-feet of the whole process and dumped it in our laps instead. Ghastly mess, total disorganization, and we’re trying to make sense of it all. (We’re also pretty convinced we’re missing at least one box of files.)

    Between that and the snow and the cold, am very happy to skulk around at home with a nice glass of wine, read the snark here on BJ, and listen to Gotterdammerung in the background.

    Happy 2009, everyone! Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu!

  46. 46.

    JL

    The skinny mutt could actually be part cat for all I know. Thanksgiving Day I had a few dips and crackers out, one being a smoked trout dip. The skinny mutt, who had not touched food on the table before, took the dish with the trout dip and moved it to a corner where she could eat it. She did not disturb the other dips or crackers.

  47. 47.

    whatsleft

    It’s Publix wings and mimosas with freshly juiced oranges just off the tree, along with hubris-loaded SEC gloating.

    Go Gators!

    A very Happy and Prosperous New Year to all of you BJ’ers!

  48. 48.

    JL

    @demimondian: A

    Tunch in the face? Wouldn’t that constitute assault with a density weapon?

    I thought that Krista’s had the award for the funniest comment but then you had to post this.

  51. 51.

    Laura W

    @Just Some Fuckhead: @Just Some Fuckhead:

    When I started with my department spring of this year, I had five co-workers. Now it’s just me. I don’t mind working by myself but the workload is borderline unbearable and I start back to school on the thirteenth of January.

    Hey — I was distracted by Tunch trying to pick fights with my nursing-home-bound geriatric cats, but you know…I’m gonna speak for The Collective here…if there is anything We can do, you’ll be sure to keep it to yourself and not let us know, right?
    :-)
    (Oh fuck. I’m using emoticons. 2009 = Apocalypse.)

  52. 52.

    Laura W

    @John Cole:

    It turns out then when I washed the floor four days ago (I do it by hand with a bucket- I am single and don’t have to mop that often)

    John, you are your father’s son.
    I am single and in, um, 2 years, I have NEVER mopped the floor in my kitchen.
    I’m not sure right now which of us makes me want to gag more, frankly.
    Probably me. I don’t do cleaning. My floor must be incubating god knows what.
    But then again, you, on the floor, washing your floor by hand with a bucket….
    Wow.
    gotta go…
    The Loft playing Roxy Music "Dance Away".

  53. 53.

    slag

    I’m pretty sure one of Tunch’s New Year’s resolutions will be to stop eating the furniture. Or to start eating the furniture. One of those.

    It’s been about a year, Mr. Cole, so I think it’s finally time to tell you that I enjoy your blog. As a former (teen) conservative myself, I salute you.

  54. 54.

    ninerdave

    @John Cole:

    @J. Michael Neal: Tunch refuses to eat tuna. He won’t eat wet food either. Only likes kibble.

    What kind of cat doesn’t like wet food? Every cat I’ve ever owned will take your head off if they don’t get their wet food on time. Kibble is a give or take proposition.

    In bulk.

    Obviously.

  55. 55.

    Just Some Fuckhead

    @Laura W: That’s how I roll. And if I do require anything, and I won’t, it’ll be a group video of a Rockette’s-style song and dance routine to something by REM, prolly The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight, so start practicing yer kicks. Anyway, Mrs. Fuckhead owns a business so we should be okay. OTOH, it’s a high-end building supply company and they’ve barely been making their months for a few months now. :(

    I just need some time off.

  56. 56.

    The Moar You Know

    Happy New Year, kids. Friday I’m taking a break from the hell that is IT (sorry, kommrade reproductive vigor, I’m not ready to leave San Diego yet, give you a call when I do) and operating some fairly massive and dangerous industrial equipment, which is one of the more fun things to do in life. If I’m not back commenting you’ll know why.

    Anyhow, hope you all get loaded and have a good one. I am looking forward to 2009.

  57. 57.

    Comrade Jake

    @John Cole:

    A while back, I lost my cell phone for a number of hours, and had someone call me so I could find it, and it was in the freezer.

    Damn that’s funny. Sorry buddy.

  61. 61.

    Bad Horse's Filly

    Happy New Year’s….BJ helped me remain sane during the Hillary nightmare, so I’m grateful to have stumbled upon all of you. John, especially. Here’s to 2009, maybe the MSM will resolve to shutup and let Obama do his job. Yeah, right and then they’ll take up the cause of exposing all of Bush’s illegal activity.

    Hot cocoa and in honor of Patrick Swayze, Dirty Dancing (the movie, not the moves)

  63. 63.

    Bad Horse's Filly

    And if I get around to it, I’ll send John a picture of my 18lb cat who sleeps on my abs lounger. Maybe that will inspire Tunch.

  65. 65.

    J. Michael Neal

    One of my cats needs to lose about a pound and a half. Next week, he is probably going to have a leg amputated, assuming the lymphoma hasn’t spread anywhere else. That should get him about half way there.

  66. 66.

    Comrade Stuck

    This years New Year doesn’t begin until January 20, 2009, but Happy New Year to all my fellow Knuckleheads. You know who you are.

  67. 67.

    ninerdave

    Unlike you all I have a life, I’ll be attending the huge party in Orgrimmar tonight. Fireworks, free booze and naked Blood Elves.

    Happy New Year y’all.

  68. 68.

    Bad Horse's Filly

    @J. Michael Neal: You probably missed my story a while back, about my brother’s very capable 3-legged cat. I won’t repeat it, because it was kind of, disturbing. Let’s just say, he can do anything a 4-legged cat can do, probably better. Hope your cat does fine.

    I also had a Great Dane who had bone cancer, the day after her surgery she was running around on 3 legs. Had to work at keeping her quiet for a few days. Vet said it was because the pain was gone, so she was happy and frisky.

  69. 69.

    demimondian

    @J. Michael Neal: One of our cats has suddenly started losing weight. We suspect that she’s following in the footsteps of her litter mate, who developed kidney cancer two years ago. If so, we’ll be back down to two cats in the demi-bunker by this time next year, I’m afraid.

  70. 70.

    Krista

    Well, it’s two minutes to midnight here, so I’m going to go over and kiss my fella, but I want to wish all of you a wonderful, prosperous, healthy, and above all, snarky New Year’s!

    Lots of love to you all.

  71. 71.

    demimondian

    @ninerdave: Um…yeah. WOW.

    I’m nursing a sick FDDD tonight, and listening to the boys play downstairs. I don’t much miss the champagne — we can have that later — but I admit that I’m a trifle put out by the cheese dip the spouse-equivalent won’t be making for us.

  72. 72.

    J. Michael Neal

    @Bad Horse’s Filly: Eddie doesn’t show any sign of being in pain whatsoever. He’s still running around, and he’s still eating everything in sight, which simultaneously a good sign, and the source of his need to lose some weight. I’m really hopeful that we’ll find that it hasn’t spread, and the amputation will take care of it.

    Then again, it’s possible that Eddie is just always in pain, given his history, so he just doesn’t show it. I don’t know. He’s the sweetest damned cat I’ve ever known, though. It’s a shame that he’s always the one who needs to go to the vet. I’ve owned my four cats for a total of 39 years (15, 10, 9, and 5), and had three medical emergencies. Always Eddie

    What appalled me a couple of days ago was the vet’s description of the other treatment option if the cancer hasn’t spread: radiation treatment. He says that that’s what a lot of people go with, because they’re too squeamish about amputation, but it sounds horrifically worse for the cat. They tolerate radiation fairly well, but it does cause burns. It also requires daily treatments for three weeks, all of which the cat needs to be sedated for. Given how well they adapt to losing a leg, I can’t imagine putting him through that.

    This is all getting pretty expensive, though. I have assets, so I can pay for it, but it’s a little frightening given that I’ve been out of work for three years.

  74. 74.

    Conservatively Liberal

    Tunch refuses to eat tuna. He won’t eat wet food either. Only likes kibble.
     
    In bulk.

    Figures. ;p

    Happy New Year to my fellow Juicers and may 2009 mark the return of sanity and leadership to our executive branch. The wife, daughter and I will be imbibing soon enough and I will be sure to let our son get his taste of the grape. Just a quiet evening at home but I will sneak out at midnight to fire off a few mortar shells before Johnny Law gets called. I have some great four-ball shells that ought to light up the hood real purty. ;)

    Happy New Year you DFHs!

  76. 76.

    ninerdave

    @demimondian:

    I’m nursing a sick FDDD tonight, and listening to the boys play downstairs. I don’t much miss the champagne—we can have that later—but I admit that I’m a trifle put out by the cheese dip the spouse-equivalent won’t be making for us.

    Sorry to hear that. My wife is working tonight. She did leave some rather tasty lasagna for me for dinner though. That and some nice beer.

  78. 78.

    Roza Hussein

    into the Twilight Zone marathon on SciFi
    thought it would be a good way to
    send out the last 8 years

    plus some home made wine

    Best to all in 09

  79. 79.

    John Cole

    AC 360 with Kathy Griffin is now interviewing a drag queen on a float in what looks to be a prom gown, and this may be the gayest thing on television since Queer Eye.

  80. 80.

    demimondian

    This is the way the year shall end //
    This is the way the year shall end //
    This is the way the year shall end //
    Not with a blog, but a whimper.

  81. 81.

    Delia

    My teevee machine is busted, so I can only watch movies on the computer tonight, and fiddle with the internets. It’s only a bit past 8:00 on the West Coast, so I’ve got a ways to go to the magic hour.

    And my cats don’t like tuna, either. They’ll only eat poultry flavored wet foods. When they get wet food, that is, which isn’t often.

    And good luck with your cat, Michael. That’s a hard choice.

    Anyhow, Happy New Year, everyone.

  82. 82.

    Comrade Stuck

    @Delia:

    Hulu just put up a number of pretty good flicks. I’m getting ready to watch the Grisham potboiler The Gingerbreadman with R. Altman directing. first time viewing for me.

  83. 83.

    Laura W

    @John Cole: Makes me miss Queer as Folk something fierce.
    I think they are quite funny together. He rolls well with her insanity. For someone who does almost all of her work extemporaneously, she rocks.
    I’m a laffin’.
    (And you know, I vacuum my kitchen floor and sweep it. I’m not a TOTAL pig. Just mostly.)

  85. 85.

    Just Some Fuckhead

    Twenty eight minutes to go here on the east coast. Mrs. Fuckhead is sound asleep in the recliner beside me and the kids are alternately watching Elf and playing on the arcade machine. Tick tick tick..

    On the upside, country ham, black-eyed peas and collard greens tomorrow! Woohoo.

  87. 87.

    freelancer

    I generally dislike NYE for many of the reasons posted earlier, however I would be spending time at a friend’s house tonight with a few close people save for the Shakespearean suckassitude that I’ve been living for the last two weeks, namely:

    After working an 18 hour day on the17th, I came home from my second job and slipped on a patch of black ice in my driveway. One leg went out from under me, the other stayed parallel to my hip, and I pancaked down on it, spiral fracturing my ankle in 3 separate places.

    A Week after surgery, 8 screws, a plate, and 28 staples later, I’m stuck living with my parents for the next 4-6 weeks. (my house doesn’t have a bathroom on the ground floor. Stairs and crutches do not mix.)

    Finally off my pain meds, I returned to my office job today, but came home violently ill. (I think the pain meds lost their side effects before the laxative did. That’s all I have to say about that.)
    ——–
    On the plus side, I’ve had the house mostly to myself, and my younger brother the pirate who still lives here has been keeping me in steady supply of a ton of movies I haven’t had the chance to go to see.

    You all need to see:

    Redbelt
    Slumdog Millionaire
    HBO’s The Life and Times of Tim
    Religulous

    You should see:

    The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
    Body of Lies
    Choke

    anywho, Auld Lang Syne to all of you.

    Nick

  89. 89.

    Wini

    Well, goddammit. I just got in an argument with someone sporting one of those patriotic license plates… seems we’re not (as I thought) a match (as he did). Happy New Year! I LOVE this place… and I never use all caps :-)

  90. 90.

    Johnny Pez

    I’m here at work in the hotel, and the restaurant is hosting a NYE party (while I’m stuck behind the front desk).

    The good news is, I don’t have to worry about being laid off unless the hotel itself goes out of business, which seems unlikely.

    Happy new year, juicies!

  92. 92.

    ninerdave

    Kathy Griffin bugs the ever living hell out of me. Except for when she was on News Radio, which was one of the best sit coms evah! Until Phil Hartman died.

  95. 95.

    bago

    Gonzo. That motherf@cker. His "I’m a victim" bullshit. Yeah motherf@cker, I’ll show you a victim with his spine blown out by a 30 mm round from a GAU-8 cannon because of your lies beeyotch. Someone needs to do an interview where he gets strapped to a chair and beaten half to death in an "intensive interrogation". What a son of a biatch. Oh.

    Happy New Years!

  96. 96.

    bago

    The parser for the quotes is hilariously inadequate. I’m liking the mailto:// links for motherf@cker. If they could only redirect to the Bush admin.

  101. 101.

    Carrie

    James Lipton Noodle soup is on that darked haired Conan wannabee show…you know the guy that talks funny.
    The puppies are all quiet and it’s time for bed….
    Good night you juicers.
    John Cole, I love this place….don’t you ever change.
    I’m even starting to get accustomed to that joe the pummer add.
    Oh Joe, you baldheaded freak….how i long to write dirty words on your head with a sharpie.

  104. 104.

    John Cole

    @ninerdave: My personal favorites are the one where he pretended to travel around the world but was in the studio the whole time, and the episode where Phil quit smoking and had to be hospitalized because he wore 40 patches around his midsection like a belt.

  105. 105.

    Conservatively Liberal

    Got some Anti-Monkey Butt powder for Christmas, can’t wait to give that shit a try. I am still trying to figure out if I am supposed to line it up and snort it or just rub it on my ass.

    IMO, Kathy Griffin and Fran Drescher both need voice lobotomies.

    CL +4 (+ many tokes)

  106. 106.

    Gatsby

    I love Tunch! There is nothing more comforting than a fat cat. And it’s true that boy cats are more affectionate than girl cats.

  107. 107.

    [delurk]...[/delurk]

    I thought I was the only one who got Kathy Griffin (who played Vicki on Suddenly, Susan and Vicki Lewis (who played Beth on NewsRadio mixed up.

    I would like to propose a toast to my own stupidity. Two years ago, when this whole campaign season started, I said to the Democrats: "It would be cool to see if it’s possible for a woman or a black man to be elected President–but come on, people–we Have to win this one! This is no time for experiments!

    I was completely, totally wrong! Raise a glass to Barack Hussein Obama II. President of the Goddamn United Fucking States of America! Fuck, Yeah!

  108. 108.

    Chuck Butcher

    20yrs clean and sober, I don’t go out on Amateur Night. Lack of anesthetic makes some things entirely unfunny and some others inappropriately funny and I also don’t own any vehicles that need dents or worse.

    Wife went to her pool team party at their home bar, I drove her there and came home, picked her up at just after midnight. It’s snowing pretty heavy tonight so I took the ’78 K20 utility bed, you’d be real sorry to hit that with a car.

    Don’t know why I’m still awake out here on PST.

  109. 109.

    Tim in SF

    We took a disco nap in preparation for a NYE party we were going to go to. I forgot to set the alarm and we ended up sleeping until this morning.

    Damn!

  110. 110.

    Ash Can

    Happy 2009 to all. Economy-wise, it’s not likely to be pretty, but if President Obama can even get a start on cleaning house (and this story about him shitcanning a load of Bush appointees at the Pentagon bodes well — h/t to GOS), it’ll be a net positive government-wise.

    I adore New Year’s Eve. M-80 and I have dinner at one of the nice local restaurants, then are back home by 9:30 PM or so to crack open a bottle or two of good bubbly, listen to folk music on WFMT, and ring in the new year (literally, by clanging big, loud bells on the front porch) with Bottle Rocket and M-80’s mom (our designated Rocket-sitter). It works out perfectly — we have a nice celebration out, but by doing dinner rather than just drinks and getting home early we avoid the rampant stupidity. And we still get to make noise and be silly at midnight.

    This year, we just stayed home (and I stayed completely sober) because I have a raging head cold. I was fine for our Christmas house party, though, and got through Bottle Rocket’s birthday before crashing and burning, so I was OK for the most important stuff, at least. M-80 and I will have dinner out next week to make up for missing last night, and the champagne is still in the fridge and isn’t going anywhere. (And yes, there’s an extra bottle in there for the 20th.)

  111. 111.

    gex

    1) The driver doesn’t usually package the order, so it likely wasn’t the drivers fault you got the wrong order.

    2) The driver isn’t responsible for the understaffing that caused the order to be late.

    But go ahead and be a dick to some poor schlep who has to work when everyone else is partying.

    Can you tell I used to deliver pizzas working my way through college? I got to work the weekend we got 53" of snow on Halloween and got bitched out for late delivery by a ton of people. Because naturally it was MY fault and not the conditions.

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