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I just....no words. Only Jack.

Back in the early 90s, I worked at a sea-side resort that served a buffet breakfast - but still had wait-staff to bring beverages, clear plates, etc. There was a fellow waiter by the name of Ian - an exact replica of the Irishman from "Braveheart", brogue, beard, and all. During one week, there was a slovenly,…

Somebody always misses the point of this series and feels the need to share. Today it's you, bravo!

I was eating breakfast at a local joint one time. A couple tables away some schmuck was reading the riot act to one of the waitresses about his food. Now, understand, this place was a nice, cheap local diner. The food was OK but Wolfgang Puck wasn't working in the kitchen. I liked it and never had a bad meal there.…

Server/bartender here: you're right that if there's nothing else going on, and just in general, that is not super great service. I hear ya.

Another bar tending story:

What about when Vee gets killed? I sort of clapped too.

— and screw them anyway, since almost every terrible tipper is going to tip horribly no matter how good or bad the service was.

Seeing as he was an abusive bully before she left him, I would be concerned for her physical safety.

This is a pretty common arc for relationships. Researchers have basically described the early infatuation phase as a period when you are still discovering the other person - and so if the attraction, etc. is there you take the little info you have and fill it in with all of your own fantasies of what the person of…

Ah, I know exactly what you are talking about. I have the same issue. I usually find it best to stop and question why I feel anxious about the particular form of social interaction. Sometimes it is just the normal social anxiety stuff, but sometimes I find my reluctance to engage is due to an unacknowledged red flag.…

LOL! The look on his face is like "a little privacy here, mom."

I don't know if it will mean anything coming from a straight cis woman, but you look adorable!

Jezzies, as a cisdude I conquered a fear today and bought skirts!

I keep having sex dreams about Kevin Spacey. I'm aware he's gay, I don't even consciously find him attractive. My subconscious clearly has other ideas.

"non-lothario guinea pig who refuses to leave cage watches from afar, then logs onto chat room to complain about how female guinea pigs only like assholes"

AHHHHHHH! Gets me every time.

You should really check out his latest couple photos on his instagram