This looks like the work of a guy named Mark. Marks are always forgetting to turn off the ice maker. Freaking Mark.
What could possibly go wrong by stacking ceramic plates on top of other ceramic plates unsafely? Obviously nothing to some idiot.
This is not how you brine meat. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
It all seemed so easy, but somehow it became so hard. Some people are monsters.
There's nothing worse than getting your Saran Wrap tangled at home. Now imagine getting it tangled, but there are 100 people running around screaming at you. That's how bad this is.
You'd think there would only be one meaning to, "Put the pasta salad on ice." And yet here we are.
The person who did this might just be one of the best people in the world. Why, you ask? They had the self-control to not eat the last pepperoni.
See, if you want to add lemons to something, you're gonna need to cut them open. Or you can literally give no f**ks and just do something like this.
I can't tell which is worse about working in a restaurant: the fact that someone would do this or the way a person can formally call someone out on receipt paper.
Why do what's sanitary and right when you can just do whatever the hell you want to do?
Listen, I get that the second you're done making your PB and J, you're gonna wanna shovel it into your mouth. But, as my father used to say, "Leave every place better than how you found it."
This is how an epic fall turns into an epic fail. I feel sorry for whoever had to clean this up.
Some people say that meat is murder. I say that putting a box cutter and some meat in an airtight bag is meat murder.
Hot tip: Maybe don't order shellfish if you're allergic to shellfish. I may be wrong here.
Cucumbers are phallic, but who ever did this is the real dick. Just sayin'.