The other day, during pickup beach doubles volleyball, I served one team off the court. Literally-- we were up 18 points they even scored their first point. After the game, the guy I was targetting because of his poor passing chided me for serving his partner the whole time. I guess there's no accounting for selective memory.

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Driving to work this morning, I happened to be right behind one of those drivers who like to hit the brakes every two seconds. I patiently crawled behind this person, and just my luck, she drives into the same parking garage I use. Okay, still being patient. She goes in. I pull up to the garage gate, run my pass through, wait for the bar to go up ( Read more... )