You’re Not The Boss Of Me

There’s this woman who comes to boxing class a few times a week, and I’m not sure, but I think she knows someone at the gym, like maybe the owner.  I get the feeling she has an ‘in’ somewhere.  She is very loud and cackly, and she frequently takes it upon herself to instruct other [...]

Bring back the draft!

Been slinking around over at waiter rant a lot lately, which calls to mind many of my own lovely and ass-curling experiences as a server.  Ah, yes.  Good times, happy times.   Nothing like gazing into the rabid, alcohol-flushed eyes of a grown person who is spewing vitriol (and spit) in your direction like a tantrum-throwing 2 [...]