I won’t do it, so you should

At the end of a long day, do you ever wish that somebody else would make all your decisions for you? Which will be faster - the subway, or the streetcar? Do I need to buy stamps? Is there any scotch at home? What am I going to make for dinner?

To that end, I think someone needs to open a restaurant that, as soon as you sit down, slaps a drink in front of you. Whether it’s water, wine, or whiskey, at least you don’t have to think about what to order. It just appears. I would like that. Then, fifteen minutes later, your food arrives. Again, it just appears. Somebody else has made a decision for you, and even if you don’t like the food, you want the food. It’s like omakase, but crabbier, and to me, it sounds perfect.

Underpants underwraps

I have no interest in looking at your lower back. I have less than no interest in looking at your tatoo, or the band of your underwear. You're not doing yourself any favours by dressing this way at the office. If you insist on wearing those ridiculous low-rise pants, then wear a long shirt. Or, just dress in normal business attire like the rest of us. Or, stop bending over.

For the love of God, stop bending over.