And in general, never hire a “Good Christian Company” to do work on your house, or build one. If they have that as part of their marketing, they are most likely a scam or at least going to make your life miserable. The good ones let their previous work speak for itself, not their religious beliefs.

And parents also need to be open to other possibilities. I always hated some canned things, particularly canned beans and canned sweet potato. Fresh or frozen beans was fine, fresh sweet potatoes I like, just keep the marshmallow away.

To an extent. I wanted to do soccer, lost interest by the end of the first game, but my parents had warned me before hand I’d need to finish out the season. They weren’t bluffing, though I’m not sure it would have made a big difference when half the team would forget which way to go with the ball.

Yep, that’s the guy.

Personally, for me the Peter Dinklage movie to watch is The Station Agent.

I actually replayed that one in my head with Brian at Chotchkie’s.

I instantly think something like Panera.

I’m pushing 40 and if I saw one at my local store, I’d probably say “what the hell is that?” I honestly would have no clue. But then I was just surprised the other day by them putting qumquats in the bin with the blueberries and strawberries. I was tempted to put them over with the tomatoes, imagining someone might…

I have a friend that took her car to the dealership for maintenance and tire rotation. They had put the lugnuts on but forgot to tighten them. Fortunately she didn't go far before turning back.

I’ve heard that the French open up if you say a few pleasantries in French first and ask if the conversation can be switched to English. Sounds like that mind trick doesn’t work at the airport.

I had a user years ago that took her Palm Pilot, licked the screen, then reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a little squeegee.

The only legitimate question in terms of cole slaw that I can think of is when asking if it's creamy or a vinegar base.

Careful, that sounds like a place where if you open the refrigerator (or the oven door), you might end up staring right at Zuul and the Temple of Gozer.

Careful, in that kind of environment, opening the fridge (or oven door) could reveal the Temple of Gozer and Zuul.

I think of them as something like Carrie's mother from the Stephen King book. Needing a bra is punishment from God.

Don't knock my lunch today!

I'm starting to think I don't tip enough. I usually tip $4-5 on a pizza, the place is about half a mile from my house.

Here is the official rule for the Oscars:

I've heard that in some retail jobs, the workers are essentially on call and have to be available at any point when the store is open to come in.

In Cincinnati this happens with snow, when it's raining or they're driving into the sun.