There’s a local restaurant that does a sesame-wasabi ranch with seared tuna salad. I do not like ranch. I do not really like wasabi. I love this salad.

Agreed. I’m starting my post-secondary career in my thirties. One of my classmate’s mothers is getting her high school equivalence at 42. My mom got her masters in her fifties. Learning is great and everyone should do it if they want to.

Actually, she makes me think more “gold-coloured asari” and Mass Effect rather than Star Wars. But that’s just me.

I will need the gold. And the lilac. And probably the coral at the end.

Not food related, but we’ve had a similar problem with a customer who has a jug of stuff worth about $200 and wants a refund. We can look very far back in the system, but we can’t find a record of anything other than one he was given for free as part of a special deal when he bought a hot tub a year and a half ago. Oh…

I knew of a child (a bully targeting the child of a friend) who was named Kaylee, except her parents spelled it Kali. Good job.

I’m quite certain I embarrassed my parents more than they ever embarrassed me. I was a child with zero filter. My (introverted and decidedly shy) mother still sometimes bemoans the time I told the waiter at Chi-Chi’s that we were there for her birthday and he brought out a huge sundae and all the servers sang a song…

People come in all sorts, male or female. My pleasure.

I was about twenty-three, I think, which made me one of the older ones. I think we ranged from about sixteen to early twenties. The leader was, I think, about eighteen or nineteen. Originally, it was a roleplaying group, mostly female but with a few token guys, but it kind of veered off from that when the game we were…

Then tell her that. Tell her what you think, tell you what other people think. I’d venture to say that with death, there aren’t any “real” answers other than that it happens. She sounds like a smart kid, and it’s probably something she’ll revisit for herself many times in the future after this conversation. She may…

I picked Betty. Always.

The fuck. I bet those other adults in the room wouldn’t have handed over important personal objects in your place.

I was, for a while, in a group of people online that ended up very much dominated by one young woman with a very strong personality who was an admitted and proud troll. Looking back, she was very much of the mindset that everyone who had an opinion that was different from hers was stupid, and their opinions were…

I didn’t quite lose the tip of my finger in a deli slicer in the kitchen of a Boston Pizza, during the eleven months I worked in the food industry. I pulled my hand back just in time so that it was held on by a flap. The doctor folded it over and put a couple of adhesive sutures on it. A decade later, it’s a canyon…

Aw, you’re sweet. Thank you.

oooh, she could teach me a thing or two about weight lifting. I am in awe.

Her eyeliner game is on point.

Oh, so you think it’s okay to eat plants but not animals? Those raw carrots are alive when you bite into them. Many plants demonstrate an awareness of their surroundings, at least on some level. Who are you to decide that it’s moral to eat one form of life and not another? Filthy kingdomist.

Yes. A million times.

I don’t care what anyone says. I love the big feathery colourful dinosaurs. I bet some of them sang, too.