Ugh both of my brothers are kind of like this, and I no longer have a good relationship with either one of them, mostly due to the fact that they are man-children who cannot handle their own emotions and whom have no problem being waited on hand and foot by my mom. I have no advice to give, other than I think other…

As far as I'm concerned, 18% is never an overtip. I mean, if they even attempted to do their job, that's what's merited. If a cashier at the grocery fucked up or was rude to me, I would never demand that their pay be docked. And for the record, yes, I am a waitress.

You. You are one of the good ones.

I'd love to know where you live, because in Indiana, servers are paid $2.13 an hour by the employers and a tip is certainly not considered an "extra." Tips are a servers wages, and if you're not tipping accordingly, you're stealing food from their mouths. It's sickening that most servers cannot afford to take their…

Oh my God love Luke. I don't give a fuck who Lorelai ends up with; I want Luke Danes. I do feel like the writers didn't really give them a fair shot—when they finally started dating, it was hugely anti-climatic and their romantic relationship never had the same spark that their friendship did. Christopher was a…

See, I never thought their chemistry was that great. In the diner, yes, but after they got together, not so much. Something was always a little "off" while they were dating—so this tidbit totally connects the dots for me. Still hurts though as a forever Luke-Lorelai shipper.

Wait so why would cup size be part of the measurements for a bulletproof vest? Why wouldn't it just be a chest measurement?

Yep, me too. I am hanging my head in shame.

Oh, *face palm*, this story just ran in my hometown newspaper, and it's caused quite the ruckus in the circles I run in. So embarrassing. The members of the feminist organization I am the spokesperson for really want me to write a letter to the editor, but honestly, I don't think it's necessary to stoop to their…

Wow this makes so much sense right now.

Absolutely the WORST. I would always have a section of like fifty tables, and every time I would take one table's order, two more would walk in. The dream always ended with me saying I was going out for a cigarette and then running away. Lol.

I'm glad! I wouldn't consider myself a particularly warm or friendly person—I'm not rude, I just don't enjoy opening up to strangers. But hearing stories of how friendly and open my dad was definitely inspires me to try to be a little friendly and kinder than I'm naturally inclined.

Thank you so much.

Haha yep maybe I should have gone with the Golden Rule instead...but that's the best conclusion I could come up with considering I was just sobbing by the end of writing this...

So true. Thanks for the kind words.

Thank you!

Thank you. I am so grateful for the people who came to the funeral and shared their stories.

Thanks so much!

He really was. Thanks for listening.

Thanks! I didn't know what kind of response I would get but I'm glad I shared, and I'm glad I could help you remember you dad.