There’s a history of alcoholism in the family (great-grandparents and prior), but he was the first drug addict. It started after he got shingles, which I understand is incedibly painful. But yeah, sometimes I wonder if I won’t accidentally blurt it out in frustration some day.

One of my cousins was addicted to prescription pills, and died of an overdose. His wife had been about to divorce him because he couldn’t get himself clean, and she had herself and her little kids to think about. They plan to never tell the kids what happened - they’ll say he died of a heart attack if they ever ask…

Whatevs. My mom was the champion lunch maker. I would get one of 4 sandwiches in rotation -PB & J, liverwurst and mustard, bologna and ketchup, or tuna salad. She would freeze juice boxes, so they acted as an ice pack as my sandwich sat in my locker for a few hours. Some chips on the side a few days a week, cookies or…

They never understand it will cost them more in the end if they don’t pay people what they’re worth. As you say, they can’t find people to take the jobs, so that’s loss of work. In my case, I always wound up needing to be replaced by 2 people, because one couldn’t handle the amount of work I did.

I backed into a woman when I was coming out of a parking space once, with my foot on the brake the whole time, moving slowly. Her SUV was so big I legitimately didn’t see it - I thought I was seeing the building across the street (the parking spot was perpendicular to the road). It put a dent the size of my fist in…

I used to work in a part of Queens that was Bimbo territory -those chocolate cakes with the raspberry filling were so good!

Worst day of my life was when I fell down stairs and sprained my ankle on the way home, and woke up that night and was spewing from both ends for the next 6 hours. And you’re right, it took 5-7 days before I felt fully OK again.

I went to Greece last summer. It was so cheap, I could afford to keep my hotel room in Athens even on the night I stayed elsewhere, when I went on island excursions. I keep telling everyone to go.

High five!

My parents have lived in the same house for 30 years. It’s not a large house. My mom had some minor surgery, and my dad wanted to do all the laundry and have fresh sheets and towels out when she came home. He had to call me at work to ask me where the spare sheets and towels are kept. In the linen closet, Dad. Right…

I WILL IF I WANT TOO! :P

Wow. The first movie I ever saw him in was “Roadhouse” so he’s always been a silver fox to me. But he’s clearly been hot forever.

I used to work in phone based only customer service in luxury goods. Man, there are some assholes out there. My favorite tactic - not saying a word while they worked themselves up into a giant sized toddler tantrum. Because “stop interrupting me!!!!” So I would stay totally silent. Then they’d start screaming,…

Ha! At my first job we had a “crazy letters file” that was shared among several customer service departments. Every time we got a good one we’d photocopy it and pass it on (sneakily). You have to make your own fun at work.

I lost out on a promotion once (that I didn’t even know existed, because my boss was a bitch) to the boss’ office best friend, and was told the reason was that she didn’t show her stress at the office and I did. Yet I knew she admitted to going home and taking her stress out on her husband (they wound up divorcing). I…

One of my talents I am most proud of is that I can make very quick judgments about people - and I am almost never wrong. Saves me a lot of time in life, not having to decide if I like someone and want to see them again or not. Of course, sometimes that leads me with the immediate doom of knowing I hate someone I’ll be…

Maybe I’d make that face if I ever met Alan Rickman. But only maybe.

Wow. There are entirely too many of these “we’re just temporarily embarrassed millionaires and the Republicans will save us all” types out there. The Republicans would totally burn all these people for fuel if they could.

I walk into kids at museums a lot - also a place where you should not leave your knee-height people unattended.

It was fine! I must have just grazed it with my foot, because it just looked up at me like, “Yep, it’s Tuesday, and my mom brought me to a bar again.” No crying at all. I screamed out, “who put their fucking baby on the floor?” and staggered back to my table. I saw it crusing around 10 minutes later - it was mobile,…