Game, set, match: Albright.
Game, set, match: Albright.
when i looked like even more of a shithead punk i always made a point of tipping REALLY well when we got good service without side-eye. break the stereotype a little.
Yeah, I have an idea what place s/he meant and I /hate/ that chain restaurant. Really does attract that sort.
About eight of us left a motorcycle drag strip after racing all day and headed into a nice restaurant. We were a little rough looking, sunburned, oil-stained, etc. We saw the waitresses basically flip a coin as to who had to take us. The coin toss loser found us to be a decent, high spending (we were starved) and…
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A while back I saw that my favorite website (bioquip entomological supply) was offering a red birdeating tarantula for the low, low price of $40. I tried explaining to my wife that it was literally the most possible amount of spider for the money, and that at such a low price we couldn't really afford not to get …
Autumn leaves, man. Already they are raining down upon America's yards and driveways and streets and porches.…
I'm comfortable with my choice, thanks...
I do have a resturant revenge story but it is not against the customers, it is against the manager.
Really similar kind of thing for me and my wife. I had a bi-lateral lung transplant (almost 5 years ago!) and when I was getting listed we got a burner phone to give that number only to my transplant nurse coordinator so that we wouldn't jump every time our individual phones rang. (I ended up only being on the list…
Eh, I guess we're all jerks when we're 18.
People do that to me in the library all the time. They'll walk up to the reference desk and look me in the eye and just say "Clifford." or "Elephants?" I like to dish it back at them until they get the point. "Lions." "Book?" "Yes." "Non-fiction?" "Yes." "Grade?" "... ... It's for my fifth grader who yadda yadda…
My husband bemoaned my tipping practices, because I tend to overtip. He was all "The store is less than a mile away, you don't have to give them $5." But then we had a pizza guy that just about started crying when I told him I didn't want any change, giving him a $5.75 tip. He hadn't been sure he would make it back to…
I always order the exact same coffee: 16 oz non fat raspberry mocha. I had a barista accidentally make me a *white* chocolate mocha, realized her mistake, gave it to me anyway, assuring me it was great and I would love it. It was wretched.
The exemplar of this trope is Philip K. Dick. He goes from conventional if unique science fiction stories in the late 50s and early 60s to mind-altering philosophical, drug enhanced explorations of the limits of human consciousness in the 70s; and by the end, he was in alleged communication with an invisible alien…
Big fan of Robert Anton Wilson and the Illuminatus Trilogy. He was one seriously weird dude.
Michael Moorcock springs to mind, not just because of the increasingly intricate interweaving of the worlds of Elric and Jerry Cornelius, but because he'll happily sit back and let a tome like 'The New Nature of the Catastrophe' happen (a collected volume of stories of Jerry Cornelius written by, among others,…
We actually had 15 or 16 candidates for this list, but having recently re-read Fledgling, I feel very comfortable having Butler on this list.
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Christ. I'll fix that, thank you.