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Sailing on the Bay
“Take it off!” shouted the salty ex-marine at the bow of the boat. “Take it off!” “What the hell is he talking about? Are we all supposed to strip?” I asked Lou, who was manning the tiller.
Breach of Etiquette
Of all the etiquette breaches that ruffle my feathers, none seem to knock the boa off my back with the same force as negligent guests, by which I mean those who take a cavalier attitude
Too Late
I was never so popular in my building as when I was moving out. Outside of the homeowner meetings I chaired, my conversations with 80 percent of my neighbors was limited to answering their questions about
Extreme Painting
I think David is trying to kill me. If I’m right, he’s a sadistic bastard for choosing such a slow and agonizing method. In a bid to do as much as he can to make our
Shingles Suck
I always thought shingles — the sickness, not the roof tiles — was an old person’s disease. Even the Center for Disease Control recommends vaccines only for people over 60. I vaguely remember my chicken pox experience.
Drunk Baker
There are a lot of weird things people do when they’re inebriated. Some drunk dial (not recommended), others drunk drive (so very unbelievably uncool); some drunk smoke, some drunk kiss (or more, and stop looking at
Hiccup Alert
I’m taking this moment on a late Sunday afternoon to prove to you, San Diego, that I have no shame. That’s right. If it’s funny, I will post it, even at my own expense. Last night,
The Clock Is Ticking
Perhaps it’s because I’m in a bad mood today, or maybe it’s because I’ve heard it one too many times this week, but regardless of the reason, I’m all in a huff over one particular phrase.
From Cabana Boy to Baby
I didn’t recognize the number with the San Francisco area code, but when I read the text I picked up my phone and dialed it. Once Eddie grabbed the line, I said, “Does this answer your
Tupperware Haiku
“I need to give your Tupperware back,” Terri said. “I forgot you even had it, no biggie,” I said. It took me a second to remember why she’d have our Tupperware. That’s right, the leftover