Really for all the uproar about this date buisness, it didn't kill anyone (well, almost) to talk to someone they didn't know. Certainly people prefer their friends, but really it could have been much worse.

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course.

My name is not "Beautiful", nor is it "Baby". And my chest is not going to deliver your food, so stop addressing it when I ask for your order.

P.S. Someone in this building has an awful taste in music and this is coming from someone who is tone deaf.

I mean, really. My job is strange enough, why do I also have to be sleepless because of my neighbors?