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It Happened To Me: I smuggled weed in my cooch and then TSA stopped me This was where it would all end for me.
I walked up to the airport security checkpoint feeling confident and secure — with a fat sack of weed in my underpants. I’d brought more pot than I needed on my trip back East to see my family and there was no way I was just throwing it out. I was bringing it back to L.A. with me. This was back in the days before there were marijuana dispensaries on every corner in Hollywood — back when you had to put a little effort into scoring your weed. You had to make phone calls and speak in code about needing some “salad” or “groceries” or “tickets to the show” —…
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Seven annoying statements you hear from every white male waiter Eating out is a luxury sullied by the insipid banter diners are subjected to by their servers—and it needs to S.T.O.P.
With gas prices and other everyday expenses on the rise, eating out is becoming more of a luxury than ever before. Sadly, it’s a luxury that’s increasingly being sullied by the insipid banter diners are subjected to courtesy of their — usually white and male — server. This isn’t restricted to corporate restaurants either, where the waitstaff is seemingly required to be as ridiculous as possible. No, not even 5-star establishments and independently owned joints offer immunity from the standard service industry dreck anymore. Here’s a list of the dialog that should be immediately eliminated from eateries everywhere, before hungry customers toss their collective cookies. “I’ll be taking care of…