And an impressive whiskey selection. Even the rarer stuff was reasonably priced—they could have marked some of those up WAY more.

I think the original owner was a whiskey lover and just took pride in having good stuff available for people who noticed it.

It was a kind of upscale place, but very reasonable if you paid attention to the deals, so it had regulars. Nice staff, too, I’d chat with them when it was slow.

We had holiday meals there when my parents were in town.

I often went to just have a whiskey and read a book at the bar (I love the kind of bar you can read at)

After I met my partner we liked to go there on dates, especially on steak or whiskey nights

There used to be a place called Pastiche just around the corner from my old apartment. half-price whiskey (even top shelf) on mondays, $10 steak special every tuesday, and half-price bottles of wine on wednesdays. Occasionally live jazz music.

Yeah. Plenty of people developed gambling problems before, too, but having gambling apps constantly available in your pocket seems like a new level of temptation.

Especially with the pervasive advertising.

I think “between friends” is probably the key.

If you have decent friends they’re going to stop before your life savings are on the line.

Our woodpecker would just do a little drumroll once in a while, though, I think this slow, steady hammering would drive me up the wall.

Yes! It was a relief to realize it was just a woodpecker on the dish, when I first heard a bizarre rattling noise coming from the roof I imagined something catastrophic was happening inside of the A/C unit.

Searching my phone’s photo app for “license plate” finds 83 photos, only two of which show my current truck’s current plate number.

Yes! It seems easier to look it up myself than use AI

And if I’m looking at the photo, I’m confident it’s actually MY license plate and not my partner’s license plate or a photo of someone else’s funny bumper sticker or something

My mastiff just turned 12!

The vet’s office even called to wish her a happy birthday!

bonus: frankie being sad it's not his birthday (even though he got a cupcake too)

…and if they take a tumble down the staircase the hospital gets to cash in on the bequest sooner?

I hate sanctimonious “why not take the stairs?” messaging in any setting, but hospitals seem like an especially bad place for it.

You need so much buy-in to start a project (and especially to prioritize it above existing tasks) that it never gets off the ground. Or it gets too much attention so it would be too embarrassing to admit it isn’t as successful as you hoped and you’re stuck with it.