That probably says something about the dearth of well-known First Nations actors more than anything, but Graham Greene would be perfect as Don.

Is it weird that I mentally cast Don as Graham Greene?

The guy is okay, but the woman is awful from the second she sits down. Nothing is good enough for her, she’s not ready to order when she says she’s ready, she won’t make eye contact—the sort of completely entitled person who thinks servers are lower than dog shit. It takes her a lifetime to make up her mind on…

That quote is Briscoe-ian in its executi0n.

I had a pair of beige capri pants 20 years ago. I’m a guy. :/

A+

How funny would it be if the writer had ‘accidentally’ been less than 100% careful about attaching to the card to the wallet, & they somehow got separated in the letter box?

The “drop ID in the mail” thing is technically true, in that the post office treats the ID as non-mail found in the mailbox and makes an effort to return it to the owner. At the library we regularly get packages of library books that someone dropped in a mailbox, and with only the library stamps as a guide, they’ll…

You know what got me in that story? The beige capri pants :/

Pretty routine coffee justice, actually.

So, you’re saying that she... burned her lesson?

I would do anything for meatloaf, but I won’t do that.

Ah. After the last the last couple of weeks, these stories are sooooo satisfying. This:

Also, meatloaf people sound like something that you would find in the latest club to answer the question, “How?”

At one coffee shop I worked at, one of our regulars was a youngish, obnoxious lady who would order a caramel latte with five shots of espresso in the morning. One day, fed up with her attitude, my coworker on my sly made all her espresso shots decaf.

Upon my return to her table, she meekly asks me, “Can I have a glass of ice, please?” Wow, my first please from her. ...Wow, a thank you, too....she finally figured out not to screw with restaurant servers. The best part, they left a huge tip too, well in excess of 25%.

I watched from the corner as Sara took them their wine glasses. And I watch as she tottered over with a large, fruit-filled pitcher of sangria. And I watched as she lifted the pitcher high over the wretched woman’s head...and dumped it all over her.

Sara is the hero we deserve

Between this and nyancar, I think I might be #TeamDeadmau5?