If you reach into my garnish tray I will slap it down on your fingers and point out how gross you are to anyone in earshot.

“and staring down a car full of pretty girls”.

Just curious, what the heck does the guy want the restaurant to do? Personally make a 20 minute drive to hand-deliver you mashed potatoes? Spend 20 minutes on the phone to refund your credit card the $1.50 or whatever it costs? Personally show up at your house with 3 Russet potatoes, a tablespoon of heavy cream, 2…

I was surprised to learn someone made a movie about the Crue. The depiction of women is not surprising in the least.

Also, I'd never show up with an 8 top. My favorite restaurant (Tanuki RIP) would refuse service to anything over a 4 top. "You can either be split into two tables, or you can leave." It was the best.

WHAAA?! This is like finding out “Angels with Filthy Souls” wasn’t a real movie. 

“I was expecting Fogo De Chao and Alinea to be overrated (the Alinea thing is me, I hate that deconstructed culinary artiste shit so much- was not impressed by butterfinger flavored gel),”

It’s been a dog’s age since I listened to the first season of Serial. I remember coming away from it with two distinct impressions:

He needs to calm down and stop being so emotional. :)

I was a corrections nurse for years and inmates would talk openly about legal matters in medical because it was sort of a neutral zone; I honestly can't count how many times I heard “they caught me doing (x), but I beat that case”. Aka "I did it, but they couldn't prove it."

Sorry but Controversy was born in 1981.

Yeah, using a defamation lawsuit to gossip like an old lady under the dryer at a beauty shop is pretty fucking rich. 

Same. Also, not just too old. Too many questionable comments about race, including one hella recently. And then there’s the matter of not responding quick enough to sexual harassment in his campaign. And, has he ever commented on the toxicity of some of his (male) supporters?

Well, I’m sure I am someone else’s Trimet horror story. I was carless and had to pick up my cat from the vet, so I packed him up in a little carrier and got on the 17 to go home. I thought nothing of it until I was halfway there, when I felt some weird ...WARMTH spreading across my lap. Turns out my cat, in his sad,…

On the train, I started to smell something foul. I glanced towards the back where there was a young woman changing a poopy diaper. Not the greatest situation, but I shrugged it off.

I was sitting across from an older gentleman with a viking hat on who was eating dried rice from a bag. A rude adolescent at the time, I couldn’t help but watch him, mouth ajar, since we were sitting parallel. He looked me dead in the eye and spit a combination of rice and mucous across the row and into my mouth.

By the time I was 16, I’d endured years of: misogynistic tirades from my father who called me a prostitute when I was in second grade (learned a new word that day!); ongoing paranoia from both my parents that I’d have sex despite not knowing what sex was at the time (lower elementary school); bullying at school from…

not one person involved in this assault would walk under their own power for the foreseeable future.

What never ceases to amaze me is not that things like this happen, but that more of them don’t turn into violent rampages by the children’s parents. As the father of a son & a daughter, I genuinely don’t know if I could keep myself from rolling into that school with a baseball bat if something like this was inflicted…