Illnesses to Fake to Get Out of a Destination Wedding
Since Pink Eye is usually thought of as a children’s illness, there is a level of grossness that comes with admitting you have it.
Since Pink Eye is usually thought of as a children’s illness, there is a level of grossness that comes with admitting you have it.
THE BOSS: This is your BOSS. It’s in all caps, because he (it’s a man, always a man) wants you to be clear that he is your BOSS.
The Owner of My Once-Beloved Bodega: He’ll call her Boss in the same velvety tone that once stilled my heart.
Bar Harbor, Maine: Honk if you love pine trees! So chic, so luxe, so full of rose-soaked French fries and whoopie pies for the stealing.
Instead of focusing on what the driver hit (a tree), or nearly hit (another tree), remember to notice the things they didn’t hit.
The Airport: For domestic flights, you should wake up at 4 a.m. and drive directly to the airport, no matter what time of day the flight is.
Milk is fucking expensive. Let the cows bring me both my free dairy and the ability to skip the long Sunday checkout lines at the local Target.
Don’t end up on a hilarious, reality prank show like "Milk or Sumo!"
This is also a good time to unwrap any candies or cough drops for which you anticipate a need and to pre-chew noisy crackers.
For all you foodies out there, you should know that very few alehouses carry meade, let alone fresh horsemeat.
A salad? After Labor Day? I don’t think so. I passed the salad place and said to myself, “Not today. Today is Tuesday. Tacos.”
A bank teller overeager to waive overdraft fees on my debit card in an attempt to maintain our relationship.