Dear Natty Urbanite:
I was in the cafeteria at work the other day and a co-worker, who I don’t know well, asked me to pay for his lunch as he forgot his wallet on his desk. Lunch came to $17.83 and he asked me to give him the debit receipt so that he knew how much to repay me. A few days later he repays me by handing me an envelope containing $15. Am I right to be bothered by his blatant slap in the face? RL
Clearly you’re a baller and buddy recognizes that. Joking. This
punk fella is the prime reason why No Scrubs was written and is sung with estrogen-laden gusto at karaoke bars globally. If he’s going to stiff you close to $3, especially after asking to hold on to the receipt and placing the repayment in an envelope [that I’m sure he stole from the company’s stationery closet], imagine the back rent that he owes his parents?
Listen, you were taught a very important and inexpensive lesson – that this guy is a cheapskate. You have a job and can afford to buy lunch so I know you ain’t hurting for the $3, but it’s the principle. And I’m all about principle. I bet this guy is a repeat offender; Nicole in Marketing buys him a Grande latte and he repays her with a Tall mild.Tsk tsk.
My general rule of thumb is this, whatever you owe someone, repay in full [Interac e-Transfer is amazing] and if the amount isn’t a whole number and you’re paying in cash, round up to the next currency denomination [ex. debt is $22 repay $25]. That simple. Now you know never to go out for drinks with this guy. By the way, why was his wallet on his desk?
I’m clearly not the average Starbucks customer because, the most complicated I’ll ever get with my order is by asking for no foam. Ok maybe I’m lying. However, there seems to be an art to ordering a
fancy coffee drink beverage at Starbucks. So I asked the barista on duty and he simplified it for me. Below are his tips. Number one is mine.
1 – Get off your cellphone [I’m sorry but your bbm can wait] and properly greet the person at the till.
2 – State the size of the beverage.
3 – State the type of milk that you would like.
4 – State your specifications for temperature, sweetness or foam/whip.
5 – State the kind of drink.
That’s it! Here’s an example:
Gentleman: Morning, how’s it going?
Surprised Cashier: Ahh, great thanks and you?
Gentleman: Super, thanks for asking.
Surprised Cashier: What would you like today?
Gentleman: I’ll have a Grande, non-fat, four pump hazelnut, no foam, extra hot, Americano Misto please.
If you’d like to thank me for making your life easier, buy me the drink I used in the example. It’s what I normally order.
Workopolis has launched an amazing new marketing campaign entitled The Candidate. It follows a fictional character, George Turnbull [pronounce Jhoorge] as he attempts to find a job. It’s an amazing lesson in what not to do, or better yet, who not to be. See all the videos at after the jump.
The video I’ve chosen stars some of my past co-workers and my special girl, Racquel!
It’s my belief that pulled pork was responsible for 89% of all slow cooker sales last year. Even Google took note; typing in the letters P and U actually resulted in food recipes rather than Puerto Rican Mamacitas.
A special reader asked me for a good pulled pork recipe. This one’s for you! Thanks for dedicating a few minutes of your work day to reading the blog.
3 lbs pork shoulder
1 can Dr. Pepper, not diet
2 cups barbecue sauce [not too sweet]
1 large onion, diced
6 cloves garlic, chopped
6 sprigs thyme [leaves removed from stem]
1. Trim fat off the pork and place in a slow cooker.
2. Add onion, garlic & thyme.
3. Pour soda over the roast, cover and cook on low for six to eight hours [until the meat easily falls apart].
4. Remove roast from cooker and pull apart.
5. Strain the juices left in the slow cooker and set aside.
6. Return meat to slow cooker and stir in barbecue sauce.
7. Thin the sauce with some of the reserved juices and cook for another 30 minutes to an hour on low.
8. To serve, place a heaping scoop of the meaty goodness onto the bottom half of a kaiser roll, add a few dashes of hot sauce and top with the other half of the roll. Pair with a nice cold beer.
9. Put on a pair of stretchy pants and eat to your brain’s delight.
Throwing a party nowadays is neither cheap nor relaxing. The host/hostess has most likely spent countless hours cleaning, planning a menu and Googling cocktail recipes [while at work of course]. If someone has invited you to a party that they are having in their home, it means that they are really making an effort and would really love if you attended. The gentleman who is the ultimate party guest –
RSVPs in Advance. Nothing irks me more than people who wait until the last-minute to RSVP or who have to be called to be asked if they are planning on coming. The host has better things to do, like tracking down the landlord to deal with the heating issue that popped up three days before the event.
Brings a Host/Hostess Gift. I prefer not to bring a bottle of wine, unless the recipient is an oenophile who appreciates the fact that you searched high and low for a decent vintage. I prefer to bring nicely packaged home-made treats, a box of pricey-looking chocolates or flowers. Just a note on flowers, if you choose to bring these, please ask the florist to make an arrangement in a vase. You can buy one from the Dollar Store and bring it to the flower shop or do it yourself. Otherwise, the host/hostess has to stop what he or she is doing, unwrap that cellophane, remove the leaves, find a vase, cut the stems… Yeah see.
Never Arrives Early. As a seasoned host, I still loathe that guest who shows up super early and just latches on to me like a remora and continually asks “oh so what’s that you’re making?” or “you make your own jam?!”. Arrive on-time or a few minutes late [up to 15 minutes].
Doesn’t Bring a ‘Rando’. Bringing a random person with you to a party for whom you did not RSVP is frowned upon. This happened to me once and I was just livid. It wasn’t that I didn’t have enough food, I knew nothing about this person and she had to cling to her ‘date’ the entire time, thus did not mingle. If you want to bring a new ‘friend’ ask permission and give the host/hostess some background about the +1. So in stead of “oh and you are?” the host will say “great to meet you! How do you find working at the Bay?”
Eats Whatever is Served. Unless it’s for health or religious reasons, eat what is placed on your plate. The fact that you don’t like parsnips or gazpacho is of no concern to the party-thrower. It’s a free meal, suck it up and be grateful.
Respects Personal Boundaries. Not everyone is comfortable at gatherings. The polite guest doesn’t egg on other guests or discuss topics that elicits heated reactions or result in open jaws and stifled coughs.
Doesn’t Dominate the Conversation. Everyone should have an equal opportunity to contribute to the conversation. Please place your UofT PhD in Comparative Literature in your back pocket and relax. No one likes a
prick braggart or the guy who always says “actually, if I can correct you…”
Displays Good Table Manners. Belching at a table is just uncouth. If you feel it coming, quickly excuse yourself and do it behind the Ficus in the living room. If it is sudden, burp into the napkin as this muffles the sound, and immediately apologize. I don’t need to talk about breaking wind do I? Also, the good guest doesn’t gesticulate with his utensils.
Uses Coasters. If none are provided, use a cocktail napkin.
Doesn’t Overstay His Welcome. Don’t be the last person to leave. Exercise the concept of the ‘three-hour max’. It’s better to hear “ohhh don’t go Miguel!” versus “Great! Here’s your jacket. Peace out bro!”
Says Thank You. Whether it is in the form of a hand-written note [mailed the next day], an email [sent later that night] or a phone call [made the day after]. Expressing your appreciation for the party thrower’s efforts is just the right thing to do.
Recently I went out for dinner and the behaviour of the people at the next table was, in a word, abhorrent. My friends and I
are loud definitely enjoy a good time, but we are always mindful of those around us. This table however, was just over the top. Firstly, there was the entrance of a fellow with a retinue of tight-bodied twenty-somethings who announced his presence/arrival to the entire restaurant with a “Whoooooooooooo”. Yes readers, Jager bombs did follow. Secondly, the ad-hoc way in which they ordered, is every server’s worst nightmare. Sure you can change your mind. But four times and then splitting plates?! Too much [yes I was making detailed notes of all their transgressions]. Then came the time to pay the bill, clearly math or the simple use of a calculator was out of their reach. By the way there’s an app for that.
Below is a guide to dining out as a group –
Reservations – If you have a table larger than six, it’s best not to ask for a 7pm or 7:30pm reservation. Seven to eight the busiest window for many restaurants and this may result in your table being served later than other tables. Whatever time you make the reservation for, tell your group that it’s half an hour earlier [ex. dinner reso at 8:30pm, tell your friends 8:00pm]. This will allow everyone to arrive on time. Speaking about that…
Arriving – Please, for the love of all things good, arrive on time and don’t occupy the table until the entire group has arrived. Sit at the bar, have a few drinks. It sets a lovely tone for the evening and shows your server that you respect her/him enough not to put her/him through “Ohhh can you give us a few more minutes we’re waiting on some more people” and the dreaded “just water for now until we all get here”.
Ordering – Decide as a group if you’re doing multiple courses. There’s strength in numbers, if only one person wants an appetizer and the others just want to jump straight to the main, well Mr. Scallop-Sashimi-with-Pea-Shoots can get his starter at the same time as his main or just skip it all together.
For the Table – Whoever organized the dinner should spring for some nibbles for the table. Whether it is some warm flatbread and white bean hummus or a couple of charcuterie boards, it’s a lovely gesture to offer the people who will be forking out money to celebrate/hang-out with you something to graze on.
Revelry – Ham it up, but just be mindful of the noise level. If you notice [aka receiving numerous stank eyes] that your fun is making other diners uncomfortable send a round of drinks to that table or have one person in the group go over and explain that it’s a special occasion and apologize for having your fun affect theirs. Believe me, they will appreciate it.
When you’re Finished – Close your knife and fork and place it at a 5 o’clock position, with the fork tines up. This signals to the server that you’re indeed finished. And once the plate touches the server’s fingers do not ask for it again. You’re done. End of story.
The Bill – Ahh the split bill. Here is my recommendation, when making the reservation over the phone ask the restaurant if they would be kind enough to do separate bills for the group. This eliminates the utterance, “oh how much should I throw in?” Here’s my beef, there’s always that one person who NEVER pays his/her full way thus forcing someone else to absorb the shortfall. Also, it’s unfair to the person who had a $14 main to pay part of the bill for someone who had a $38 steak. If the restaurant prefers to do one bill, pull out the smart phones and start calculating.
Tipping – Many restaurants will do an automatic gratuity for tables larger than eight. In this case the tip is pre-calculated, however, if the restaurant doesn’t do this please tip 20% to the server if he/she was particularly good and if not 15%. This 10% business is ridiculous; serving a large table is no walk in the park. If you were not happy with the service ask for the manager and have the dinner organizer speak with him/her. Leaving a crappy tip is just mongrel behaviour.
Leaving – Thank the server[s] and restaurant manager for accommodating you and your [loud] friends.
One of the things that annoys me the most is people who walk without a purpose. You know the kind, the one who walks super-slowly because he’s in his own world ‘liking’ his friend’s pic of her rice cracker covered in Velveeta lunch. Oh, how about the group of three or more friends who HAVE to walk across the sidewalk at a glacial pace thus preventing anyone from going around unless they step into oncoming traffic. Ugh. I’ve been known to do the tap on the shoulder and highlight such selfishness. Using the sidewalk is simple, it’s a matter of yielding to oncoming traffic. Below are a few scenarios for proper sidewalk usage.
Rainy Days – Wo doesn’t love maneuvering a crowded sidewalk during a rush-hour deluge? My rule of thumb, whoever has the bigger umbrella has to yield. End of story. Because we know that the golf umbrella set love to see if their open tent can clear construction scaffolding, then look surprised when it doesn’t. If you have the bigger umbrella and you are unable to move to the side, collapse it briefly giving way to the other person[s], then re-open and go along your merry way.
Baby SUVs – I love kids. No I do. However, my parents had a pram for me and it served them fine. If your stroller looks like a Fiat, then you need to exercise more caution when using the sidewalk. If you have to stop to answer your phone or to find your dry cleaning receipt or to give a dollar to the kid who needs to go back home and wash the green Kool Aid out of his hair, simply step to the side, thus allowing the childless folk to walk freely. If you are with another stroller buddy, please walk one-behind-the-other, it’s just the polite thing to do, unless it’s a wide sidewalk.
Dropping Gs – So you have eight shopping bags from various high street shops and are not yet ready to call it quits and want to
rack up some more debt do some more walking. As a courtesy to oncoming pedestrians, who may also have a bag or two, move both hands from your sides and swing the bags 90 degrees so that one hand is in front and the other behind. This prevents the crunching of environmentally questionable paper shopping bags and giving of serious side-eye. Again, the person with more bags has to yield.
So the next time you’re on the sidewalk and see someone breaking The Natty Urbanite’s law, just tap them on the shoulder and educate them. Failing that, jab them with your umbrella.
Dear Natty Urbanite:
I finally decided to invite a fellow, who I’ve been on a few dates with, over to my place on the weekend. He showed up with a box of wine and I asked him to leave. Was I wrong? WGM
I have a ‘funny’ boxed wine story. I once went to my ex’s house for Thanksgiving and the family bought me a box of wine and a President’s Choice frozen shrimp ring because they knew that a “fancy pants” was coming to dinner. Oh you didn’t laugh? Well neither did I, especially because I was wearing pants from the Gap.
Let me put it this way, boxed wine is good for three things – binge drinking by broke university students; making mulled wine; and weekend tie-dye projects. I wouldn’t have had the
balls gumption to ask him to leave and even though a tad harsh, a box of wine as a gift is indeed in poor taste. So put your feet up on your imported ottoman [I’m sure you have one of those], pour yourself a glass of Veuve Clicquot and start making flyers to stop the boxed wine movement. Oh and in case you want the boxed wine T-shirt, head over to Red Bubble.
Ahhh another Labour Day long weekend! At this time of the year some folks host BBQs, a lot of people head out of town, others pack away their white pants and people like me head to the beach. Here’s a guide to packing the perfect beach bag.
- The Tote. Get a decent-sized bag that can fit all your necessities. Ensure it has large straps so that you have the option of slinging it over your shoulder in case you have to carry a couple of Venti cups that are actually filled with booze.
- Distractions. I easily get bored [lithe body-watching gets tired after a few minutes]; I need a variety of activities so that I can jump from one to the other and back. My recommendations for stuff to bring include two magazines, a book, iPod, inflatable beach ball and dollar-store binoculars for
a close-up of the new lithe body that just arrived on the scenebird watching.
- Food & Drinks. Depending on my mood I may bring a cooler, but prefer to outsource the task of bringing one to someone who drives. Taking all those things on the subway is just a headache. Ensure to bring a variety of food – mayoless sandwiches [heat + mayo + time elapsed = poor man’s colonic], crunchy snacks and fruit. For drinks opt for juice boxes, cans of soda and bottles of wine. The Venti cups offer a gentlemanly way of breaking the law of drinking in public. That is, unless you live in New Orleans.
- Sun Protection. I’ve asked my dermatologist and she believes that SPF 40 is more than enough. If you’re tanning a few minutes of baking is enough to give your skin that sun-kissed glow. After tanning slap on some sun screen and once home, slather on aloe vera gel. And don’t forget to protect your eyes by wearing sunglasses.
- Towels. Beach towels, simply put, are a pain. They take up an inordinate amount of space and once wet they are extremely heavy. I prefer to use a sarong/large scarf to sit on and to dry off I use a swim towel – as big as a placemat but more convenient.
- Ziploc Bag. This is to provide water-proof packaging for your cell phone, iPod, camera and wallet.
Looking forward to seeing you on the beach!