From the west coast and my parents are like this anyway. We routinely add a half hour to any trip because they’ll be standing around making conversation with random people. It’s adorable but also I’m hungry mom pls let’s go she doesn’t remember where she got that sweater and you have four that look just like it anyway.

That’s just called being a fan of a show.

Yup. Adblocker turned back on for Jez.

It’s a “thing”. You can buy the vests and badges on eBay.

Please. She’s sitting in the front seat of a car and is holding the camera with her left hand. Where are these prankster co-workers supposed to be? On her dashboard?

If the ride was advertised as being a Rolls then sure. But the 5 star isn’t based on your arbitrary idea of what 5 star means. It’s based on you know, the ride. 5 stars on a service means that the service was as advertised. Basically did you get what you paid for without any negative experiences worthy of being…

That’s funny because the thing I dislike about my work Android is how cluttered the home screen looks. It’s not just icons, it’s weather and 20 tiny icons at the top and then I have to scroll around to find the apps I actually want. I never really considered that there are technically more things on my iPhone home…

And that whole stealing tips from employees thing. Bit of a dick move.

Korean comfort foods please. Tteokbokki and K fried chicken casserole.

A couple years ago when my niece was 8 she found an old pocket radio complete with telescoping antenna while going through grandma’s (RIP) stuff. She asked what it was so I put in fresh batteries, turned it on, and watched her jaw drop: “It’s like Pandora and I don’t even need wifi!”

Reiterating: Valet keys. Use them.

Dental procedure = Vicodin + a day off work.

And wear uncomfortable shoes while having to make small talk with someone’s creepy step-dad.

I don’t know about the guests but I don’t think I’d bother going to a “reception” months after a wedding I wasn’t even invited to either. Weddings are bad because they’re parties with a mix of people who shouldn’t be partying together. Co-workers, cranky elder relatives, cranky teens, crying babies, estranged…

This is the worst argument I hear. “You’re going to regret that when you’re 80!” You’re going to regret a lot of things when you’re 80, but some ink ain’t gonna be one of them. If it is then you’ve probably led an incredibly uneventful life... and that is something even worse to regret.

The ones I know... they COULD get laid and high, they watch enough Netflix to get their fix vicariously. Also they are somewhat wiser than my friends and I were as teens. At least my cousins are. They are very aware of the impact of consequences on their futures. Maybe it’s all the Netflix.

As a runner I’ve never experienced this. But as a dog owner there’s an obvious solution. It ain’t fun but I’ve been scooping up dog poop and carrying it along on my runs for a decade now. And I’ve had some big dogs. I got yelled at once for tossing it into someone’s trash can that was out on the curb for pick up (and…

I see you, Mad Pooper.

My condolences.