Roughly a decade ago, I had a racist old French regular by the name of Claudette. And by me, I mean front of house. Us in the kitchen just had to deal with the orders. She’d complain about us getting the order wrong, that’d we’d forgot something or gave her something she didn’t order. Even when her granddaughter would say “but grannie, you didn’t order the salad!”, she’d insist she did. But she’d be back in a week or a fortnight anyway.

You’d think you’d only get one gasbag that hallucinates orders named Claude[ette] in one lifetime, but I guess not. Although one difference is that Claudette would always complain the restaurant was too cold (it was set to 20°C or thereabouts) and to turn the heat up, while Claude requires constant cooling.

Don’t you ever disrespect the clod again

apparently they named it after some dead guy. i’m going to assume he deserved better

Why would you spell deepseek like that