I was in South Bend, which (can be) this nice little enclave of sanity amidst the hyper-religious nightmare that is the rest of Northern Indiana. However, my ex-husband had relatives in Goshen and Muncie, and I basically wanted to shoot myself in the head every time we visited.

Yup. Like, you willingly ejaculated inside a woman, fucker, welcome to consequences.

Greetings fellow Hoosier. I left, because brain drain is real. *grin*

And Miss Scarlet’s amazing teal number.

DO NOT. You will regret it.

Fucking right??

*shrug* I wrote that way as a middle schooler. Some kids are verbal.

I don’t think I could ever be on Drake’s side of anything, because he looks...damp. Like a washcloth someone forgot to wring out before they hung him up to dry.

After it’s explained several times? Like I get that you could call red “color” but after it’s explained, you know, REPEATEDLY that other colors have individual names, would you then continue to say you wanted color paint? Like really? For real?

Do you read BCO much? How many times does just saying no actually work?

Restaurants with $40 steaks do not keep morning supplies hanging around in the evening. A chef, or a sous-chef/line cook, would have to step off what they were doing, take out all the ingredients, look out new mixing bowls, mix the batter fresh, use a pan or part of the grill to cook the pancakes on that was possibly…

Or...she could put the ketchup on the fries. Like a normal, sane person.

I’m pretty sure you won’t end up on BCO unless you angrily double down on your own pronunciation.

Except that, in common with most of these instances that make it to BCO, it was explained to her several times. Also, other things are not la carne. If she want’s la pollo, she’s not going to order la carne, so obviously she knows that there’s more meat than just from cows. Which was, again, explained, so that even if…

I still daydream about some lavender ice cream I had in Roussillon. Sweet baby jesus, was it the most perfect thing ever.

Only if you’re approaching people cold, or not taking no for an answer. But seriously, who does that? Only total assholes. So...

Well, the rest of the comment is fine, but for the patronizing “silly girl” dismissed. Fuck that noise.

You seem to have left off half a sentence, there. To most what, nope what? Most women don’t find being asked permission for things that involve their own bodies sexy? I think you may find that those women were not particularaly interested in you, which is different than not being interested in being asked.

Oh my god, yes! So many of these responses are all “I’m bad at reading signs, so I just do/don’t sex them up,” and I want to write ASK THE PERSON FOR GOD’S SAKE in indelible ink backward on their forehead, so they see it every time they look in the mirror. How is this difficult??