Well, POO. That's the second visit from Mr. Repairman and we have yet to return to the state of Internetz perfection I never appreciated fully until...
Speaking of stupid, a random woman at Whole Foods walked backwards into my cart, and then glared at me for being there. I had been in the exact same...
I'll tell Lady Friend the next time she's picking up tractor parts to walk her fingers up the man-splaining salesman's chest and ask if he has it in...