The time I intentionally undertipped was after the server:

It’s never pissed me off to reduce the tip, but I have frequently noticed that the server who was practically underfoot my whole meal does take a disproportionately long time to give me a bill and collect payment when I’m done eating and and want to leave. 

I would have had a rec at my fingertips but we booted him last year. Haha and fuck you, Foreskin.

I’ll also add that someone’s grief lasts way longer than you remember their loss. I once had to slip out of a work meeting because something retriggered my grief HARD and had to explain to worried co-workers that yes, I’m still mourning the loss of my father 7 months later. 

This. Unless you have to for some reason, just don’t do it. You’re not going to change their mind and you have either more enjoyable or more productive things to do with your time/energy. 

Hardly hard time, but more than I expected she would get. By 14 days.

When the Queen tried to get Margaret to not marry Armstrong-Jones, I really hoped that the conversation went more like “I’m telling you this because you’re my sister and I love you. He’s a degenerate and you’ll be miserable.” The way it was portrayed on The Crown made me really mad at the Queen.

Oh, man. I bet Paula Yates had some stories. 

This and Popeyes sandwiches make my “this week’s list of dumb shit I can’t believe people are talking about.”

I sometimes wonder about how surreal it must feel to have your family shit dramatized. Every family has shit but to see it on a TV screen and know millions of others are seeing it too would mess my shit up.

I’m both single and a Gen Xer, which means my momma told me “you eat what I cook or you make your own dinner.” So making life even harder on yourself to cater to the wants of people not helping you cook confounds me.
Fuck those lazy assholes. 

I’ve read repeatedly that most people do eat the same things over and over. And in the fitness community, I’m the one looked at askance because I need to program variety into my meal planning. Which is a real hassle, BTW, but if I ate it yesterday and it’s in my lunchbox today, I end up going to Sonic. 

Celebrity memoirs are my guilty pleasure. Doesn’t even have to be a celebrity I respect or whose work I enjoy, just anyone who seems to have something entertaining to say. I will probably read this.

I don’t know what brought it to mind, but I was recently wondering 1) what inspires people to take it up and 2) whether they get that the rest of us find it weird. I mean, do they know it’s kind of a goofy thing to do and roll with it* or are they defensive about the value of their art?

I once had a hospital charge my insurance company for a CT scan I didn’t have. I informed the insurance company and don’t know what happened after that, but I really hope the hospital at least got a nasty phone call. 

New York once sent my tax return back* and insisted I resubmit it on a different size paper before they would issue my refund. I had a good laugh imagining what would happen if I sent my student loan bill back to Navient and told them I would pay it when they sent it to me on 8 1/2 by 11.

Suzanne was my favorite. 

I was laughing at Julia ranting about the death of customer service because she reminded me of myself. Then I realized that as much as I watched this show in my late teens, I probably learned it from Dixie Carter. 

I had a flea infestation once and now know from experience that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. My pets now all get get a monthly preventative treatment during the warm months and I have seen zero fleas since doing this. 

This is just bitching because the following anecdote really pissed me off. I attended a yoga class once where I modified a pose because it hurt like a mother. The instructor immediately barked at me that “YOUR MIND IS TELLING YOU THAT YOU CAN’T DO THIS BUT YOUR MIND IS WRONG!!!” A year later, this instructor was…