And what does me having ulcer from worrying about it do?

You gotta get to the point where you worry about the things you can control, and let go of the things that you can’t.

I feel like if you applied to work there it was because you wanted to be able to berate the customers. While they may be required to do it if they want to do it, then it’s the same as if they did it on their own.

Well it makes sense to hire an FBI guy, they have the training and experience.

I think they meant who is in the photo. Everyone knows who Selena is.

It’s called the big omelette burrito with brisket. It’s a big omelet, 3 eggs, cheese, meat of your choice (I go with brisket) pico de gallo, refried beans. It’s amazing. It also serves as my lunch because it’s huge.

Yes it was a good reminder for me. I usually always carry cash for this reason, but I had spent my cash and was lazy about making the time to swing by the bank for more. I did do that later that day and am back to carrying cash on me.

Fridays are my cheat day. All week long I look forward to getting a big ole breakfast burrito at a local restaurant. I pull in that morning and there’s a “cash only” sign. Well I don’t have any cash on me. Ruined my damn morning.

I don’t know your grandma’s boyfriends but she sounds pretty wild

Me too for same reason. Also I am shifting the computer out of being asleep (ok I made that up)

My father gets headaches if he’s around smoke for more than a few minutes. One thing this lead to is avoiding restaurants at peak hours. So when I was a kid if we ate out we always went at 11;00 for lunch or about 5:00 for dinner. The idea was to be out before the people in the smoking section had time to light up their after meal cig. Of course occasionally you’d get the before meal cig too.

But as a result even 20 years after smoking in restaurants was banned where I live all of my family is in the habit of eating early.

Same here. It’s also thick as a beard hair. Used to be once every few months. Now it’s several a week. Annoying as fuck.

Iced. No sweeteners at all.

Arms dealers.

Don’t quote the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written.