There a lot of things that count as news and are worthy of front page coverage: politics, the economy, crime, environmental disasters, etc. Heck, I'll even grant you sports.
An upcoming episode of South Park? Not by any stretch of the imagination.
ETA:Apparently, expecting non-fluff news on the front of a newspaper is the minority opinion on this com. *shrug* Oh well, I'll just depart from the thread with a "YOU KIDS GET THE HELL OFF MY LAWN!!!" and leave it at that.
BTW, could the tagger add the "I dare you to say Hastur three times" tag? Not related, but I like that one.
Wednesday we had my grandmother's funeral, and afterword we all went to a restaurant on the main drag in Oyster Bay, New York.
We called ahead, and asked if a reservation for 25 could be made, not an issue, hell they sounded down right ecstatic to have a large party in between lunch and dinner.
Sure enough, we all got there, and the place was quiet. There were only two people sitting at the bar.
The first thing the waitress/hostess says after seeing all of us roll up in our black clothes and somber state is "What, are you coming from a funeral, or something?".
Yes, yes we are, actually. Thanks.
Anyway, she sat us in a small banquet room in back, there were three tables. One that was a large table, a rectangular table and a round table pulled together, a medium rectangular table, and a small round table. She made a point to tell us that we couldn't sit at the small round table shoved into the corner, though I doubt anyone else would want to use it anyway. Fine, we'll cram our asses onto these tables.
She then brought out three menus for each table. Yeah, 6 menus for 25 people. And then disappeared for 15 minutes without even taking a drink order.
She finally came back for drink orders and I ordered a plain Coke and a Jack and Coke, she repeated it back, and then only brought me back the Jack and Coke, I waited, I mean this was a large party (there were two of them working with us, but she's just the one I saw the most of and had the issue with), but 10 minutes went by and I never got my Coke, so I asked her again and she copped an attitude "I'm working on it". Fine.
We were being polite, and quiet, after all we just came from burying a family member. We weren't running her ragged or anything.
My brother's girlfriend and her friend decided to split a chicken Caesar salad with extra croutons. I didn't know croutons were such a big deal. Color me shocked. The waitress gave the girls attitude when they asked for extra croutons. I ordered a crab cake burger that came out burned, but at this point I was too tired, and a little buzzed to care.
The waitress then demanded my 20 year old brother's ID and when he couldn't produce it (it was left in the car) she threatened to throw him out. He wasn't drinking or anything, and this place was not exclusively a bar.
Later I asked her where the bathroom was, she pointed, "RIGHT THERE. Under the giant BATHROOM sign!" There was no giant bathroom sign, there was one of those 4x6 plastic plaques above the door with a little man and woman on them.
Now, we're talking about $20 a meal here (off a lunch menu), plus people are drinking. The tab came to $900, so she and the other girl got about a $100 tip each(ON TOP of the 10% added to the bill), and there was no secret that they would stand to make a damn good tip out of this, we called ahead to make sure they had the room and the staff to accommodate us. Plus, she KNEW that we were coming from a goddamn funeral, so it would have been nice if she could have just done her job without the attitude.
So my boss goes on holiday, and leaves his Mac Powerbook in my hands; the touchpad needs replacing, and the display is playing up. I walk 20 yards to the Apple re-seller store in our street, where over the past 3 years the company has spent over £10,000 in hardware and repairs.
I hand it over, and go through the laborious process of logging the condition, the faults, our account details etc, and I'm told that they will be in touch as soon as they have a price on the new parts. I pay the advance fee, and before I leave I check that they have all my contact details.
Roll on 48 hours, I've heard nothing, so I walk into the store. The clerk checks the screen.
Clerk1: We contacted you yesterday, with the cost, and asked if you wanted to confirm the repairs.
Me: No you didn't. I was alone in the office and I have 24 hour voicemail. You didn't leave a phone message or send an email.
Clerk1: Oh. Sorry about that. Do you want to go ahead with the work at this price?
Me: Yes please. When will you be done.
Clerk1: I'll order the parts today, they should be in on Monday, so pick up on Tuesday... We'll call you when it's ready, or if there's any delay.
So, this Tuesday, my boss is due back, and I haven't heard anything, so I walk back into the store.
Clerk2 looks up our account.
Clerk2: Sorry, its says here that we called you on Thursday, asking if you wanted to go ahead, and you never called back.
Me: a.) you never called me. b.) I stood here on Friday, and confirmed the repairs in person c.) what am I supposed to tell my co-worker about his disassembled laptop?
Clerk2 then makes a big show of calling my office while I'm standing in front of him, and holding out the phone so I can hear my own voicemail announcement.
Sugar, I know what it says, I recorded it - the problem is that NO ONE BOTHERED TO LEAVE A MESSAGE ON THE TAPE.
He then makes another huge show of calling the supplier and asking for the parts as a "rush order", because he has a "difficult customer" - and apologises to the supplier for thr inconvenience, rather than to me!
I finally picked up the repaired laptop yesterday - a week later than necessary - and took the opportunity to close the account at the same time.
20 minutes later I got one phone message, and 2 emails asking me to reconsider...
I was in Florida on vacation the past week and one day my boyfriend and I stopped at a cafe for a late lunch. We had been looking for some place to eat for a while and this was the first one that didn't have a half an hour wait for a table. We went up to the line and looked at the menu, which only had a few items on display. It said "AND MORE" below everything, which I thought was weird but I figured they must have paper menus up front or something. We were both REALLY hungry, so we didn't feel like waiting very long to figure out what we wanted. The items on the menu were all things I don't really eat (I don't eat beef or pork), except for a deluxe chicken sandwich.
When we got to the front of the line my boyfriend ordered a cheeseburger and I asked what came on the deluxe chicken sandwich. The woman informed me that it had ham on it. I said "Oh, thanks. Do you have any grilled cheese?" I figured this was a valid question, since the menu was only showing five or six things and it said plainly AND MORE.
"No," she said, "but I could maybe see about getting one made special." I was really hungry and not able to wait for her to talk to someone, so I started to say "No thanks" but she walked off and brought a man over. I told her politely that it wasn't necessary, especially because the guy looked super puzzled about what she was saying to him.
My boyfriend saw someone ordering fish and chips next to us and he told me about it right then. That sounded good to me so I said "Thanks, but I'll just have fish and chips."
That's when this woman turned from polite and helpful to extremely rude. She turned to me and said "No, we can make the grilled cheese but it might take a little longer." I told her that I wanted the fish and chips, and that I hadn't known they served them and now that I knew about it, that was what I wanted. "But we can make the grilled cheese," she said. "It will take an extra ten minutes." I told her that I had just wanted to clarify their menu and now I had found something that they usually make that I wanted. "But the grilled cheese"- she interrupted me, and I told her "No thank you, fish and chips please."
"This lady keeps changing her mind every second," she said to the man. She then looked at me and said "I thought you were a vegetarian." I answered, "I'm not, I just don't like certain types of meat. I'm really hungry, I just want the fish and chips, thanks. I don't want to wait extra time." I was very polite about this, even though she was being rude and had no business asking me about my personal diet.
"Alright, fine," and she literally SLAMMED the button on the keyboard. She then asked me if I was from New York City, and I said "No, why?" And she said, "Just a feeling." She was scowling.
WOW. If your menu says "And more" and doesn't elaborate on this, then you probably are going to have to field a few questions about what the menu actually entails.