Farm guy here.

Yes but he had to turn in a circle three times before he could release.  

Do you regret this diet?

“When Felderhoff returned home, he shared his plan with his brother and co-owner Chad, their employees, his pastor, and, maybe most importantly, his doctor.  They all gave their blessing.”

He also resorted to baking up some of the dog food into a hash.

Not snakes. Coronaviruses as a whole group don’t live in reptiles. We think it was bats.

Really? I’m losing track.

If I have learned one thing from Salty it’s that people have a hard time conveying their feelings 

Do you want coronavirus? Because that's how you get coronavirus.

This is how I imagine I look when I roll in late to a party of really high/drunk friends.

My question is food sanitation standards. Restaurants that are serving the public need to adhere to policy (refrigeration, holding, hot holding, etc). How is this being monitored in this sort of space? Grease traps? Hoods?

I would assume the parking lots part means covered lots, out of the rain, but with plenty of airflow, so you can use electric or propane cooktops to make the food.

I helped two of these happen. Snickers and Bud.

You, and all of those commenting so far, are very young. That’s ALL we did at burger joints back then. Places had security guards in the parking lots to keep the non-consuming riff-raff (um ... us) on the move. Sadly, your point about lonely men seeking validation stands, unchallenged.

I drank gallons of this when my family owned a tavern in the 80's. Normally it was just 7-up, grenadine and a cherry but one of our bartenders (Rick who had big side burns and a camaro as any good small town Wisconsin dive bartender should) added a splash of bar sour and that made all the difference. Or maybe it was…

She’s at least facing Regina King in the finals.

I was in radio for 40 years before they judged that I’d reached my sell by (yes, even though no one can see you and I sound young...) and trust me, you are so right. Every station wanted one “girl” on the air - late nights if you sounded sexy and middays if you didn’t. But there was never more than one at a time at…

Grosse Pointe Blank, sorry, got to rep the hometown sometimes.

Speaking of Weaver, I feel like this line is NOT especially clear-eyed about business in the 80s: “...Working Girl runs the risk of...arguing there’s only space for one woman to succeed at a time.”

Marginally related: Your zestful story inspired me to re-start a longstanding tradition of sending Florida citrus during the winter months.