Got a buddy named Dave who found a copy of "The Road" at a library sale for fifty cents. Cover was falling off, someone had dog-eared half the pages. He said he started reading it in his car, just to kill time before picking up his kid from soccer practice. Ended up sitting in the parking lot for two hours sobbing with the engine running. Told me later that the worn pages and the scribbled notes in the margins made it feel like he was reading alongside someone who had been through it too. He still keeps that copy in his glovebox, won't throw it out.

Had a friend whose thyroid meds wrecked her hairline in no time. We did soft side swept bangs to cover her temples until her doc adjusted the dose.

Oh come ON. You pay good money for something and you're supposed to just accept whatever garbage service you get? That's not entitlement, that's basic expectations. When I pay $12 for a sandwich and wait 20 minutes while the kid behind the counter plays on his phone, I'm not asking for a miracle. I'm asking for what I PAID for. Restaurants need to actually deliver on what they promise or people have every right to be upset, plain and simple.