Restaurant freakout in Santa Monica, California


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Florida and Texas catch a break, vertical video at eleven!


Is it time for our Two-Minute Internet Hate already?


It is appropriate that the loon’s face is nearest to the neon fish’s asshole.


Michael’s? I was planning to take Nemo there next week and see if he can get lunch.


Some kind of Pence thing?


Public displays of aggression are far more appetite killing than public displays of affection.


Don’t think tonight!

Call Schadenfreude Delight!


“I’m American” - love the woman at the end who just walked out of the line at that point throwing her hands in the air. LOL


That restaurant worker sure took his time.

I hate it when businesses let customers get away with stuff.


That was really disturbing.


Is it time for our Two-Minute Internet Hate already?

I’m trying to find a better way to sum this up and can’t seem to find it. I hope I remember that line the next time something like this turns up.



I think someone needs a hug.

Serious hotbutton wedge issue!

On the flip side, I don’t think someone working fast food, seemingly by himself, should risk his own well being because someone is yelling. I don’t know how much he gets paid but fast food hourly rates aint much and he’s being paid to make food, not handly crazy people.


Somebody has some real issues and a tenuous grasp of facts. She seemed pretty willing to say whatever she could in order to - actually I’m not sure what she was trying to do.


I was mostly uncomfortable watching that. I was impressed by the amount of control the guy filming (and his girlfriend) displayed in light of that sort of verbal abuse.
There was one funny part for me: when she (finally) drops the “Where are you from?” at the end and you can hear several people all say “There it is…”


She’ll be back, as she left her MAGA hat at the counter.


Hungry Humans Attack!


As the gentleman shooting the video implies, a person who freaks out like this is indirectly expressing her own personal misery and sadness at the state of her own desiccated social and sexual life. If she hadn’t also exposed her noxious (and, given her personal circumstances, unsurprising) political leanings toward the end I’d almost feel sorry for her.