Freaks

I don't understand the motive. We all drive up to traffic lights every day, yet some individuals in our society seem to feel compelled to turn this simple act into a plea for attention, by stopping 23 meters behind the previous car. Perhaps Mumsy didn't give them enough love. Perhaps they were picked last for kickball too many times. Now they find the only power they wield is at the traffic lights. You've seen them, too. You may even be one of them. If so, I demand you explain to the rest of us why you do it. Then we…

The very next night we had a lovely dinner in Royal Oak. Afterwards, I asked Lizz if she wanted to have a flight of wines at Vinotecca, a trendy wine bar in town. She thought that was a lovely idea and we sat outside on their patio so we could people watch. Our sommelier—in sharp contrast to last night's waitress—was a consummate professional. His knowledge of wine regions, local soils and minerals was peerless. After settling on a sinfully good Sauvignon Blanc from northern Italy, we relaxed. Then I noticed something behind my girlfriend's head. She was seated with her…

We went to our favorite seafood restaurant in posh Grosse Pointe (yes, the same one the John Cusack movie was from). A few minutes before our food arrived, two friends of ours showed up and pushed a table up against ours saying, "We're gonna to join you, m-kay?" They had just come back from a wine tasting and were fairly hammered. We said it was fine if they didn't mind us eating in front of them. Our food arrived just then. The waitress Our waitress was a 40-ish Asian woman named Mai who was a little too eager to please.…