This happened a few years ago at my sister's wedding. My parents were paying for a large portion of the wedding, and were paying for the open bar. The bartender was getting paid $350 for 5 hours of work and we provided all the alcohol. When the bartender sets up at the wedding we notice she pulls out a large glass fishbowl prefilled with a little bit of cash and places it on the bar to try and encourage tips from the guests. I've worked in the food industry for many years, i understand a huge portion of a bartender's salary comes from tips. But we found this to be tacky as at an open bar I do not believe tips are expected from the wedding guests. I feel that kind of defeats the purpose of the open bar, guests often don't have cash on them, and the person who hired the bartender is usually expected to tip the bartender a large sum of money at the end of the night because of this. So my father and I asked the bartender if we tipped her $150 now, could she please take down the fish bowl of money from the top of bar. We explained she could still accept tips, we just didnt want the guests to feel like they had to tip. The bartender did not like this and told us "she typically makes more than $150 in a night" and refused to take the tip jar out of sight. We then got the wedding organizer to talk to her with our $150 in hand and she half hid the tip jar behind some stuff on the bar but you could definitely still see it, and we went on with the night and pretended that was good enough but we were still annoyed.
I like reusing jars from food for food/other storage purposes. Some of my favorite jars have really sticky labels though that are a pain to get off. I googled "DIY goo gone" and it turns out that a mixture of 2 parts baking soda and 1 part coconut/vegetable oil makes a paste you can spread on label goo. I just tried it, using olive oil for the oil. Spread it on the label, let it sit for 10 - 20 minutes before going in with a sponge and you can save yourself a lot of elbow grease!!! Hopefully this hack will make someone as happy as it made me, LOL
I have a Childfree Jar in which whenever I get bingoed, I add $10 to the jar. It reached $100 today, so I figured I’d take a portion of that money and use it to spoil myself and my three precious little parakeet babies. I treated myself to a delicious seafood dinner, and after that, I stopped by the pet store and got my little guys a brand new swing (it has colorful beads and a bell toy attached to it, yay!!!) and some of the treat sticks they love to bits.
I can’t wait to see how excited they’ll be when I put the swing in their cage. Sometime later in the week I’ll be using some more of the money from the Childfree Jar to get them some new toys for Christmas. Needless to say, my three little babies are benefitting from the Childfree Jar as much as I am!
Edit: My first awards! Thank you everyone! I’d love to pay the bird tax, but how do I provide photos of them?
Edit 2: Birb tax time!
If air had a will of its own, it couldn't have thrown itself any harder against my window pane.
That's what I remember thinking when I woke up to raindrops carried by strong gusts of wind repeatedly clashing against my bedroom window at two thirty in the morning. There hadn't been a single cloud in the sky all day and when I'd gone to bed earlier, it had been cold but not stormy at all. In fact, it had seemed almost as though the air outside itself had frozen and was still in place, unable to move or even shiver.
Sitting up in bed, I noticed I had to go to the bathroom. I slid out from underneath my blanket and staggered into the hallway. There was a window at the end of the corridor too. I almost walked past it without paying it any mind, but just as I did, I realized that something was wrong. I couldn't hear the wind howling or rattling the frame around it anymore. I carefully opened the window to look outside only to be met with icy cold air. Cold air, but no wind. Frowning, I shut it again and made my way over into the bathroom. After I was done, I inspected the window in there. I stuck my head out of it only to realize it was the very same as the one in the hallway.
The bathroom and the bedroom were on the same side of the house, just separated by a small junk room. Their windows opened to the same side though, so I should have been able to witness the storm blowing outside my bedroom from the bathroom as well. I figured maybe it had simply stopped very abruptly so I rushed over into the bedroom to check. When I heard the wind and rain clashing against the glass pane though, I knew something was wrong.
With bated breath, I reached out and tentatively opened the window. The gust of wind that forced its way into my house was so strong that it almost knocked me to the ground. I stumbled and grabbed onto the edge of my table to keep my balance. In just a second, it was all over though. The chilly air that had flooded my room stopped stirring and for some reason I did not feel like I was alone anymore. At first I thought it was just the open window, but when I straightened up and let my gaze wander the room, I spotted something bright and shiny on my desk. It was a person–a tiny, shimmering person hardly any taller than the pencil they sat next to.
A gasp of shock died in my throat when they moved. I reached for one of the books resting on my table, a suitable weapon against a threat this small, and I held it up in front of my chest like a shield.... keep reading on reddit ➡