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A relatively staid and uneventful weekend, other than my friends' blissfully raucous dual birthday party Sunday night--much of which has mercilessly begun to return in bits and flashes--dragged into a staid and uneventful week, which crashed unexpectedly into a situation I couldn't have invented if I'd planned it.

Don't Tip The Waiter is a semi-regular satirical paper offering Onion-style stories concerning southeast Michigan-area restaurant managers and workers, stories with titles like "Stripper-Turned-Waitress Can't Forget Former Job" and "Restaurant Manager Gives Sexual Favors As Bonuses". It's rather hit-and-miss; one would think that the asteroid-sized sitting target the American restaurant "industry" presents would attract a surer aim. It's better than nothing, though, or so I believed until my boss laid down the copy by the counter where I was eating my lunch yesterday. "Wendell, can you believe this? An Applebee's manager trading sexual favors for service?" It took me about a minute to realize that she was taking it seriously. I tried to convince her that it was all a joke, but she wasn't buying. Mind you, I was tired, but still... it had me laughing for the rest of the day, which was badly needed.

We apparently won't be carrying Don't Tip The Waiter anymore, it looks like.