After my brutal workout, this was my caveman lunch: beef short ribs and mashed potatoes. So what, who cares? As the waitress was clearing our table, she said to me (sarcastically), “I guess you didn’t like the short ribs.” Because I ate my lunch. Almost more than anything, I hate it when wait staff comment on my consumption of food. If you wanted to tell me that I’m fat, then just say so. Also, if I wanted your opinion, I’d beat it out of you.

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