What was the asterisk in Lara’s story? Making me nuts. I NEED DETAILS.

So, this isn’t a food service story, but hand-smacking brought it to mind.

Jerry’s lawyer co-worker sounds like he’s far down the spectrum.

For what it is worth, this guy is a lawyer.

Points to the lady for simply being afraid and not allergic to deep things.

The seething rage that a Coldplay or Macklemore song fills me with doesn’t really seem like the best way to start the day.

WITNESS ME!

There is a very thin veneer that exists between civilized society and the howling barbarism of the Fury Road, and that veneer is not dumping food out onto a table in a public restaurant.

How does Revenge sound to you guys?

She shook her head disgustedly, then proceeded to scoop up the mashed potatoes and toss them off of her plate and onto the table.

Last Tango in the Epcot France Pavillion

I return to pouring beverages and go to deliver a beer, which happened to go to the guy who shouted at the woman. I smile at him gratefully and he takes the beer, grins at me and says “can I have some butter?”

Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still, but he told us where we stand.

How can I afford this? Oh I know, credit. I’ll just charge this to my credit card, and that, I’ll charge that too. I’ll charge that thing over there too!

I’m British and I tip a little but not a huge amount if the service is average. If the service is good I’ll bump up but I’m happy knowing it truly is a tip not me being pressured to make sure someone gets a fair wage.

Doesn’t this op-ed basically go against your policy of no poop/vomit stories? Because Cohen’s pretentious “Occasionally I like to punish” word salad was basically poop and vomit.

Obviously you’re not in academia...

Nah, he seems like a whiny ass who is constantly wondering why everyone is playing the world’s smallest violin to him.

also

I taught a class he was in while I was in grad school. He wanted me to call him “Sir.” I called him “F.”