You should see all the comments I dismissed on the post on tipping because I said you should tip at Starbucks.

Maggie Stiefvater tweeted about pulling into a gas station in her Evo and have some guy ask if that was her “man’s car.” He couldn’t get it into his head that a woman would want/drive a car like that. Idjit.

This woman wouldn’t have complimented you on your 240Z because I never cared for them. An actual Fairlady, maybe.

Friday Night Lights

You ignored everything I wrote and then decided to try to justify being selfish and cheap. I tip 20%-30% at a sit down meal. Occasionally, 50%. If you can’t spare a couple of dollars for the people who prepare your food, then you need to work on your budget, and your attitude.

You don’t?

Definitely. It also means you have to consider which bridges you are willing to burn.

Yes, there are a lot of people who just have the charisma thing going on, but most of them up it by being, appearing to be, incredibly interested in the person/people they’re talking with. Bill Clinton supposedly could remember the name of everyone he ever met. A coworker met him once, and she said she didn’t want to…

As a woman, I say that you should lie away.

Eggs, sausages, bacon, even french toast (I make mine very eggy). I even have a breakfast sandwich maker, so homemade egg mcmuffins.

My one piece of advice re: dealing with family:

$1 for plain tea or coffee at Starbucks. Something they just have to pour and put a cap on.

Congrats on the extremely limited vocabulary, bitch.

You literally need to stop yelling at people who have made different choices than you.

You’re lucky to have an HR department that correctly weighed the risks and fired the VP. Many, probably most, employees do not.

Don’t ask women out at their jobs. They’re trapped. I don’t care if you’ve gotten dates, it’s exactly the wrong place to do that.

Silly Cow Farms hot chocolate mix is my indulgence.

From the article:

The edges can get contaminated with whatever is in the can. I usually just rinse them in hot water and put them back in the drawer. (I love the proliferation of pop top cans.) Once in a while, I toss them in the dishwasher.

We used to go to a Creole restaurant (proprietor passed away and it closed) and it had the most amazing roasted chicken. I don’t know what it was basted with or marinated in, but it melted in your mouth and left behind rainbows of happiness.