Uh no, dumbass downmarket worker bee, the places I worked, you couldn’t wear a mere black sneaker, what do you think this is, the Holiday Inn? The Olive Garden? You had to wear a dress shoe.

That’s a good point. I’ve worked at mid-size and up restaurants and pubs/bars, and you had to start at the bottom and work your way up in those, until you built up a résumé. In the case of the hole-in-the-wall café or diner, maybe that doesn’t apply.

Yep, the articles I’ve read on the travesty that is James Dolan, recording artist and blues frontman, all take pains to describe how his bandmates are good/great musicians who, when they get bought, also benefit from the lush travel and touring schedule, it’s planes and five-star hotels for them, not a crappy van that…

to stand on my feet for hours on end

That’s something that’s undersold these days. You hear parents speak of how their kid(s) has trouble making friends, and I scratch my head at that. For me, my friends were the people I went to school with, and the kids I played sports with, and eventually that became the kids/young adults I work with. And yeah,…

Yep. Do you think maybe Olivia Jade and all the Instagram kids might have benefited from working a couple shifts a week through high school to supplement their allowance?

For me, the first question I’d have would be what restaurant would allow your teenage daughter to wait tables straight off the bat? Normally, wouldn’t someone who starts to work at a restaurant start off as a busser or host, or maybe at best as a food runner? Is it that the teen/parent being loose with the language,…

This is not never in dispute.

I can imagine the scene. I was in the incipient stage of a relationship with a girl who I tried to convince we’d have a good time that night at a show by a band she didn’t know, the Butthole Surfers. She was never as happy with me as the moment I ended the call with the venue’s box office, hung up the phone and…

Yeah, he didn’t commit, he wimped out, and tragically, with his own foot, pushed away the only cushioning between his fat ass and the ground.  Author of his own misery, he is.

It’s actually the polite form of ‘got pushed’.

The thing is this is probably the best cushiest gig they can get, so they kinda have to sell their soul and play along.

“Dedicated crooner” is such a nuanced, deft kick in the balls.  Props, Luis.

Nickelback would be the half-time entertainment.

No worse than strip clubs with no drinking.

Former Chargers fan here, and I willingly added Chiefs or Broncos to my team(s), but rigidly refused to ever, ever host a Raider.

I have to respectfully point out:

No, not a surprise that this jingoistic debacle of a senile President was racist.  Anybody that lived through that era was convinced of this fact or was dishonest.  

Counterpoint: I don’t give a shit about baseball since they stole the Expos amongst many indignities to the game, so now I only read baseball articles that focus on the scandalous and the wacky and which feed my schadenfreude. I read this article.

Are you fucking challenging me?! I swear to god, I’ll kick that fucking can so hard it’s fucking can children will cry.