I have no commentary to add to any of these stories and I’m upset by this. What the fuck even are these?

Yes! I feel kind of out of the loop with some the comments, and I’ve typed out but not published like 5 replies. I’ve been called a mixture of ma’am and miss since I was a teen. I’m really not offended by being called ma’am because for me, it represents adulthood. I am an adult. I am okay with being called ma’am.

I didn’t want to be a Hemingway but I guess I’m a Hemingway. It takes A LOT of booze to change my behavior significantly.

Like what is the problem with being called “sir?”?

RIGHT? SHE IS SO LOVELY.

i am SO GLAD Tony decided to give Ina some shine. If I found out he had beef w her I’d probably jump the Bourdain ship completely.

I grew up riding through fields and forests. When I finally had my dad’s road bike fixed up for me when I was 20, I thought the guy who did it was angry at me for not dating him. As it turns out, no. The bike fit me perfectly, but I was never used to NOT being able to touch the ground while still seated.

The Lawson RH recaps are Gawker Media treasure. There hasn’t been a better series that Gawker’s done. The only thing I liked as much were Mister Hippity/Ned’s viewing parties for Bravo shows.

Totally. She handled it like a normal, sane person.

She really does seem like a good person. It’s so sad to find out a celebrity I like is a scientologist! :(

Agreed. It’s not that exciting. It just makes me play video games without the anxiety of IF YOU DIE IN THE GAME YOU DIE IN REAL LIFE.

I think I’ve used grubhub in OAKLAND like 20 times. Always tipped 20% on top of the delivery fee and the service was always good. If I want extra sauces I add a note, tell them I have the cash to pay for the charge for extra condiments, everything works out.

OH MY GOD SEND THIS IN TO C.A. because it needs to be republished and he has to do literally zero editing. The balls, the fucking balls. The nerve!

I have never felt the urge to say “yuck” and “so cute!” simultaneously THIS strongly before. Like it probably comes close for cats, pugs, and FRENCH Bulldogs, but those rats are probably equidistant on the yuck-adorable scale.

Look, I debated whether or not I should take this out of the greys. It’s a great story, but pumpkin and coconut are delicious and I'm vaguely offended.

See?! People like you are the reason why I wish I still offered things to seemingly nice customers. People like you are the REASON I was ever nice to strangers to begin with. I want to give you more free pies.

Wait a minute. I’ve had precisely one customer ask me for a replacement drink before. The guy was acting like a total douchebag (but it was actually not his fault that the drink spilled- the tables could be uneven) but the drink spilled on his poor date who was a total sweetheart. (It was really slow and late so I was…

I feel so embarrassed for those people. They have no idea how uncouth they’re being. Like, they seriously don’t know how humiliated they should feel for demanding more free shit on top of the free shit they were already given.

I’ve worked as a barista!!! We were an independent shop, so we’d always get people asking for the Starbucks slurpee drinks, and we’d be like, “We pour it over ice.” And of course they’d have a fit, because these are the same assholes that go to a bourbon bar and ask for a slushee margarita where the bartenders are…

This was brilliantly written. I felt your pain. I laughed with you. I cried with you! And then, “Yanni on an endless loop,” I recoiled in horror with you.