In many places they do *not* get minimum wage. There is a lower minimum wage for "tipped" workers. The justification for this is that the workers supposedly get part of their pay from the customers. This is, of course, a big assumption. But that is the system here, like it or not. When people say "I don't believe in…

I'm of the opinion that any form of proselitization is inherently reprehensible, so "when the conversation pertains to religion" is still a big old no-go for me. Any religion that tells you "you must try to convert other people, even non-forcibly" is fucking wrong to me.

I worked in doctors office. I collected the paper that held the diagnoses for you after you saw the doctor as well as your co-pay. When I told a guy his copay was 10 dollars, he gave me a "bill" and told me to keep the change and basically bolted out.

"White Tiger" story reminded me of a story I heard once from classmates in a karate class. I remember it as someone in a similar homemade get up, but with "Tiger Man" on the back, but it's been a couple decades so it might have been "White Tiger". He was seen at an open Karate tournament that classmates went to. He…

I propose an easy solution for the future: No RSVP, no attend. You don't RSVP and show up anyway, you're escorted back to your car with directions to the nearest Applebee's.

The giving of gifts is definitely a language, and people tell you who they are and what they think of you with the types of gifts they give. I had a friend who gave me over-the-top presents while she was friend-courting me. Once she was sure of our friendship, she would give me used books. It was weirdly hurtful.

Once you start using the word tits to describe women's breasts, you should legally allowed to be clocked under these circumstances.

Nowadays it seems like they're mostly mid-calf length.

When I served in the Navy, actually on a ship, I witnessed the unspeakable.

True story: a long time ago, in a land far away I *did* propose to a boyfriend. He is my ex now, but at the time we'd been dating about three years and I was pretty fucking sure he was it for me. I wanted to get on with things and be married. He replied to my proposal with: "You can't propose to me! That's like me…

I watched it and laughed really, really hard. Do you know what that means? That means I will be punished by karma when I bare my soul to another person, get shot down spectacularly, and have that moment go viral.

My worst experience like that was a few years ago - I lived in a tiny NY studio apartment with a tv right next to my bed (facing it, close up). I often slept with it on and the sound down; whether I had it on or off, I'd have the remote on the bed next to me, because I have nightmares and I would turn on/turn up the…

I've joked before about starting a business called "Specter Inspectors," where I would rent small kids and / or dogs to would-be house buyers. If the dog barked at a wall or corner or closet for no good reason, or if the kid walked around and then said "There's a little girl in the bathroom whose feet don't touch the…

In 2010, I had the distinct pleasure of heading to a conference for work in Baltimore with colleagues I couldn't stand. (And blessedly, I no longer work there). My boss made it a point to stress repeatedly that we should find the cheapest hotel rooms possible, so I got my own room at a hotel separate from theirs.

rather than "possession", think of it this way. Perhaps ghosts are a 'radio signal', if you will, an emotional vibration that stays in the place or with people. And only some people can pick up the frequency. So it's not that his sister 'possessed' her so much as she was sensitive to the signal?

He had balls, I'll give him that.

I knew a bartender in Vegas who printed up a list of about 20 or 30 of those stupid MRA pick up routines and if he heard one being used he would slip the woman a copy of the list so she could be in on the gag. He used to say that the best part of the night was when a woman would use the list to finish the dude's lines…

Butt Spelunking is my new band name.

My dad's Youtube channel. He makes tribute videos to 'fallen soldiers' (people he plays video games with online who have died or have stopped playing) and then adds really sappy music to it. It's the saddest/most unintentionally hilarious thing I've ever seen.