rag chair

Vengeful Waiter.

When I first moved to NYC my first job was waiting tables in Times Square. It was terrible. I had been a waiter for years. Sometimes a person will stiff you. But here, you would get stiffed many times a shift.

One day I had a table of two. They were the absolute worst. They sent every soda, drink, french fry, you name it back to the bar/kitchen. They would yell for me while I was clearly talking to other tables. After about 90 minutes of being the worst and spending about 65 bucks, they didnt tip me anything. They also left a huge mess on the table and a giant puddle of sprite and mango margarita on the ground. So as i’m on my hands and knees cleaning up, wonderig how much more of this shittiness I could take (i walked out about three weeks later) I noticed the girlfriend left her really nice scarf on the chair. The rags i needed to clean up the sprite/ margarita were about 4 feet away from me, and her scarf was within arms reach. So i used her scarf to dry up all the sticky puddle she had left behind.

She came back about five minutes later, she asked if she left anything. So naturally i pretended to be dumb and eventually remembered “oh is this your scarf. oh, i found it……in that puddle under your table. have a nice day” and then I handed her this dirty, sopping wet scarf and continued on with my life.

anonymous asked:

(same anon) *doesn't move* don't be a wimp, if your gonna stab me, just kill me.

*cuts off anon hand a kicks them* I will not kill you, you now have to live without and hand anon. *gets rag and cleans his chair*

anonymous asked:

"Do you fear what I have become?"

“How can I answer that, sweet Shadow, if you hide your face so I can’t see whom you were before?”  Mercy ran a wet rag over an overturned chair in the Raven hill Inn’s common room.  Setting it straight near the window, she let out a huff.  Allowing some of the red hair that had fallen into her face puff into the air.  She glanced into the darkness of the Inn in the permanent twilight of Duskwood

“It is my opinion that everyone should have a second chance.  But sadly enough, not everyone believes the same as I.  But if you are worried, please feel free to stop by for a drink.  This is an inn after all.”  

((thanks!))

Vengeful Waiter

When I first moved to NYC my first job was waiting tables in Times Square. It was terrible. I had been a waiter for years. Sometimes a person will stiff you. But here, you would get stiffed many times a shift.

One day I had a table of two. They were the absolute worst. They sent every soda, drink, french fry, you name it back to the bar/kitchen. They would yell for me while I was clearly talking to other tables. After about 90 minutes of being the worst and spending about 65 bucks, they didnt tip me anything. They also left a huge mess on the table and a giant puddle of sprite and mango margarita on the ground. So as i’m on my hands and knees cleaning up, wonderig how much more of this shittiness I could take (i walked out about three weeks later) I noticed the girlfriend left her really nice scarf on the chair. The rags i needed to clean up the sprite/ margarita were about 4 feet away from me, and her scarf was within arms reach. So i used her scarf to dry up all the sticky puddle she had left behind.

She came back about five minutes later, she asked if she left anything. So naturally i pretended to be dumb and eventually remembered “oh is this your scarf. oh, i found it……in that puddle under your table. have a nice day” and then I handed her this dirty, sopping wet scarf and continued on with my life.

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A Bench Made from Grass & A Chair Made from Rags

The Garden Bench, designed by Jurgen Bey, of Droog Design from the Netherlands, takes plant waste and uses high-pressure extrusion containers to make benches out of dried grass, leaves and wood pruning.  They are completely compostable when they are done being used. Another chair from Droog Design, made by Tejo Remy is the Rag Chair.  Made of rags and pieces of cloth over a wood frame and held together by steel ties.  (Fuad-Luke, 2002) 

Fuad-Luke, A. (2002). Ecodesign: The sourcebook. San Francisco: Chronicle Books Llc.