Car accident willingness Aug 13, 2008
Sometimes when I'm driving I see another driver's stupid mistake before it happens.  Like pulling out in front of someone without stopping at a stop sign, or cutting someone off while merging.  The weird thing is that I'm often completely willing to get in a car accident just so I can afterwards get out of my car and point my finger in the other driver's face and sternly but calmly say, "That was totally your fault, and here's why."  I'm fully convinced that I'm invincible and that modern cars have enough safety features to protect me from harm if I get in an accident.  But the reality is that, even if I'm only going 30mph, I'm still driving a 2000-lb chunk of metal and plastic that fully has the potential to kill and to crumble.  Windshields break, door panels fold inwards, and foreheads hit steering wheels.  Not to mention the fact that I wouldn't have a car for a while because it would need to get fixed.  All in all, this is one of my stupider beliefs, and one I'm glad I haven't put into use. #travel
Big people and clearance racks Aug 13, 2008
One thing I've noticed while supporting my clearance rack habit is that it's rare to find normal-sized clothes there (i.e. medium).  All I find are XL and XXL, which sort of makes sense since there are statistically less large people than non-large people.  My advice to large people would be to check the clearance rack.  That's where your stuff is.  And I mean no offense to either large people or people who buy things off clearance racks. #lifestyle
Difficult diners (1) Aug 13, 2008
Let's say you're at a wedding rehearsal dinner in an Irish-type pub, sitting at a single table with about 30 people, being served by a single waiter.  Oh, and some people ordered appetizers while others ordered salads, while still others ordered nothing besides the main meal.  Oh, and there are at least two children running around.  Oh, and it's around 8:30pm on a Wednesday. 

Got all that?  Ok.  Now don't get angry when the waiter brings your meal and it has fries when you specifically asked for no fries.  Just take the fries.  Move on. 

I find difficult diners to be annoying.  On the one hand, I'm all about getting what I want, so I understand the idea.  You're paying for the food, so you should get what you want, how you want it.  Fair enough.  But on the other hand, you need to know your limits.  When your waiter is running around like a headless chicken, take a hint.  When you're eating bar food, don't have high expectations.  The thing is, I'm married to a difficult diner.  Everything must be cheese-free.  The chicken must be grilled, not fried.  And the default salad dressing?  It must be something other than default.  But most times, we're a small party, we don't cause much other trouble, and we tip well, so the difficult diner can get her wish.  But sending your food back at a pub serving a 30-person party?  You're asking for it. #food