Give them the slowpoke treatment when they next come, like Gladys suggested above me. When they ask why the service is so slow, just shrug and say: “Well, you’re not gonna tip me anyway, so why should I bother? I’ve got better customers to tend to.”

I never fail to be surprised by the fact that this show is still on air. I used to watch it religiously when I was in High School, but dropped it sometime after Derek’s ex-wife left for Private Practice. For a while, I was convinced that it must have ended already (after all, Breaking Bad and Dexter started later and…

Near the end of my lustrous career I had a drive-through customer who asked for his coffee “stirred twice clockwise, three times counter-clockwise, and four times clockwise.”

I hate when people do that in fast food places.

It’s so annoying how all my friends keep visiting me all the time just because I’m the best cook in our group. Also, an old lady told me today that I’m pretty like a model, but I didn’t really believe her, because come on, nobody with an IQ of 140 can be that pretty, right?

• The baby doesn’t want to meet Camilla.

Conclusion: Nobody likes Camilla. Poor Camilla.

This is the greatest sentence I have read all day.

This is beautiful.

BRB dying

Calling a dead actor a “rising star” seems to be in really bad taste. And here I thought nothing could be more insulting than being this patronizing to Angela Lansbury.

And this is why birth control should be available for everyone who needs it. Maybe it might have made a difference in this case.

So what about us perpetual singletons? How do we fare on the heart disease scale? You mentioned that it’s different for single people, but did not elaborate. Are we better off? Worse?

The employee that “assisted” was not the sharpest tool in the shed. She did not even grasp the basic details: though my friend’s father was the one that had passed, she recommended that we chose a dress with a high collar or scarf so that the lower portion of his neck was covered. I suppose his cross-dressing days…

Okay, I’ve read the article in the link and I still have no idea who this guy is. Am I missing anything important by not knowing this rando?

The Jennifer Aniston pregnancy tales are getting old and boring, so the writers of the tabloids have to find new victims to put on the cover. Luckily for them, the new showbiz generation is finally old enough for fantasy pregnancies.

By Nicholas Spark standards that’s pretty tame. Looks like this time he had to content himself “only” with the Holocaust. I bet he’ll double up on the cancer in his next number.

It’s a Nicholas Sparks movie and nobody dies (except for one old guy)? Blasphemy! I want my money back!

I live in Europe, Prague to be specific. I might as well be invisible, and it's not even due to age. I'm in my mid-twenties, but men have never really hit on me here, only abroad. I have no idea why that is.