Two instances stick out in my mind.. once again, at "Gay Lenny's".... one drink patron mistook his partner's mayo for butter and slathered it on his pancakes.. as I was about to stop him from eating it, his partner just gave me a look of "just... let him... ugh. "

Its never, ever too late. Do your art for your self. If it sells, great. Feed your fire. Like Cheryl Strayed said, "Write (in your case, art) like a motherfucker."

Another thing... am I the only one wondering why all season Wes has been so keen to help a girl who was nothing but a bitch to him from the jump? I mean yeah, they end up together, apparently, but Fuck it's been a lot of work...

I don't really care about Michaela, but my voice literally can't go high enough and my fingers cannot snap fast enough for Lynn Whitfield as the future mother in law. "Oh. You wanna play? Ok." Yaaaaasssssss!

I served at a (rhymes with Lenny's), and had a young woman order a club sandwich, and proceeded to spend five minutes heatedly making sure to leave the mayo off. "I'm allergic and you'll be in big trouble if it's on there." I assured her I would make personally sure there was none on the club. Then she told me she…

I'm a little late here but my boyfriend is wondering why I'm re-enacting the "why? Why?"scene from Steel Magnolias...