Was the kid Wednesday Adams? Or maybe not paying attention to you at all as you talked about death camps?

If they’re looking for a restorer who will work cheap...

It’s literally why we’re all here.

This is the only reason I clicked on this article. I didn’t even read it (ok, I skimmed one of the quotes).

In 10,9,8,7...

I know I’m not the only one who can’t wait for you know who to show up in the comments...

I’ve only ever done this once. The reason: 28 Days Later was playing on the screen, while the sound was that of the pre-movie ads. We went to tell someone about it almost immediately, but they didn’t fix it until we had missed the first 30 minutes. The only reason we stayed that long was because it was kind of…

It’s a wine train. A train specifically set up so people don’t have to worry about drinking and driving.

It was a wine train. If there was ever a place for ladies to get together and laugh loudly, it a wine a train. You want quiet, go to a library.

If you read about American biases towards black people, then you know there’s probably no chance that racist bias didn’t effect how “loud” fellow passengers and the train management staff found the group. Stick a group of WASP ladies in the same seats with the same volume, and you’d probably get less of a reaction, or…

Seriously, it’s like kicking ladies out of a showing of Magic Mike: XXL for hooting and whistling.

You’re going to have something called a Wine Train and expect groups of women not to get rowdy? What’s the point then?!

I assume everyone freaking out about the part-time nanny and the part-time housekeeper who come by WHILE THE MOM WORKS would be just as mad about, say, a grandparent (most likely grandmother) coming in to do the exact same shit. Maybe their family doesn’t live nearby, you know? And at least a nanny (who, again, comes…

True. Just like it took some time to drop that gen y nonsense. Pepsi used to call us Generation Next which, as a teen, I of course thought was awesome. I saw a fb link a couple months ago that advocated separating out the older millennials from the younger ones and calling the 80s babies the Oregon Trail Generation.…

My friend called this “furnace filter syndrome.” I be you can figure out why . . .

But if you don’t believe in God, I mean, really, you have to have an explanation for this. You can’t just tell me it spun out of a gastrous ball and then all of a sudden we were evolved from monkeys. Why we still got monkeys?

That's scary. Their poor little brains and bodies.

Oh, the things I’ve rubbed my balls on in the workplace.

She told me at one point that her latest ploy was to always be doing the vacuuming when that friend showed up, because he’d commence to tell her she was vacuuming wrong and take over to show her how to do it right. Then she’d stand back and let him “show her” how to vacuum the entire house.

Agreed. It is essential to hold your dining partners accountable. But after months of reading these posts I’ve taken it a step further. Now I scowl and make judgy eyes at strangers I see being dicks to servers.