“oh Gordon Ramsay is being performatively angry on kitchen nightmares”
Anyone who has ever met an amateur restaurant owner: They probably have to cut so many slurs from that show. I know ten people like this and they’re all dumber than a box of rocks.
“these people can’t be this stupid it’s a trick of the editing.”
It’s good to be conscious of how reality tv alters our perception of events and makes people into the most sensational versions of themselves. But please understand that “demographic that has enough spare income and misplaced confidence to start a restaurant with zero experience” is the group of people who stormed the capital.
Alright.
Now the first post makes sense.
I once worked in a pub where the chip oil was so dirty it was black, but the owner never let us change it because oil costs money.
I was like, you know this is going to catch on fire if we don’t change it, right?
And he went, no it won’t lol don’t worry sweetheart.
It caught on fire.
And after I went about shutting off the gas and getting the extinguisher, I came back to him
About
To throw
A bucket of water on it.
So no. While Kitchen Nightmares is probably edited to enhance the drama, those people are absolutely out there and they are stupider than you can imagine.
every gym leader is like “I lost!?! UNBELIEVABLE!” buddy you live in a world where every ten year old child has always been offered a free fire breathing monster at least once and you brought nothing to this fight but anthropomorphic flowers
gym leaders’ whole job is to provide a specific challenge, a battle of a certain type and difficulty level. if you’ve brought the tools and skills to complete that challenge, you’re going to win by design. the pokémon in that battle are probably not actually the strongest pokemon they have.
when gym leaders go “argh, how could i lose??” they’re acting to give your victory legitimacy because you’re 10. they’re like a villain cosplayer letting a baby knock them over. they’re being nice!!
I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes.
I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”
had the wildest interaction today some random woman called me a slag and my dog a fucking faggot because I was using a pink lead/harness and he’s a boy like what the fuck lmfaoo
he did start wagging his tail when he got called a fag so good for him <3
imagine seeing this and being like oh my god oh my god i need to say a slur right now
hey man youve been taking a while putting your change back in your wallet and i just wanted to let you know we are kicking you out of the grocwery sytore forever. goodbye
