Posterized

I spent a large majority of last week working on an epic post. It's saved in a draft. Long story short, it's the story of what happened to me last fall, how it resulted in my having to move out of my apartment, and what I learned from the debacle. But I couldn't come to a conclusion on it, so the post remains unfinished. I was typing and typing and typing, but my heart wasn't in it. It was pointless. I just don't care any more. I'm so over it. w00t.

So anyway, moving on. Here's a random post.

I was at a Denny's in Hamburg, NY, last Saturday night (now there's an exotic Spring Break destination!) when I overheard this interaction between a customer and the waitress:

Customer: "Me and her are gonna split the Mexican Slam."
Waitress: "That's her and I, sweetie."

Nice try, stupid waitress, but you're wrong, too. It's SHE AND I! I nearly choked on my rage. Before that causes you to lose all faith in the grammaticality of America, though, consider what I heard on my way out of the Sabres' game at HSBC Arena earlier that same night:

Random drunk guy, yelling: "Hey! Where's the bars?!?"
Random douchebag, yelling: "You mean where are the bars!"

L-O-freaking-L. It almost made up for sitting through the Sabres losing yet another game. Almost.