I live in an apartment and I’ve got some roommates. We were put in an apartment at random so we didn’t know each other when we moved in, and that’s about as well as I know them now. We don’t talk to each other. It’s not like the silent treatment, we just don’t speak to each other aside from a greeting. Here’s what our conversations are like: “Sup dude…Well see you later.” Nothing. To  give you an idea of how little I know my roommates, I had some family coming to visit me and I was legitimately concerned that I’d be forced to introduce people and wouldn’t know my roommate's names. I was quizzing myself beforehand. I couldn’t remember the one dude’s name so I ended up digging through my emails trying to find what his name was. It’s good that I did though, because I had every intention of calling him Josh, and it turns out that’s not his name. I’m not a fan of having roommates. By no means am I some sort of neat freak, but I still like things clean, which means...

Turn on the Travel Channel any day, and if there isn’t a show about BBQ on, there’s a good chance that it’s a show about hunting Bigfoot or some other unknown animals, also known as cryptids. (Side note: it's time to combine the two shows into one. People look for Bigfoot, but at the same time smoke a world class brisket. I’d call it something simple like “Bigfoot BBQ,” then just wait for the Emmys to start rolling in.)   When I was a kid, I watched hours upon hours of these shows and to this day I have been known to kick back and watch a show where a bunch of guys sit on a boat and stare at a lochin hopes that they’ll see Nessie pop her head out of the water ("loch" Scottish speak for lake for those of you not in the know. *Sniff). I’m not sure what it is I love about these shows because the second I turn one on I know that they aren’t going to find anything. How do I know that? Because if they did actually find evidence proving the existence of Bigfoot, Nessi...

Anytime I’m at the grocery store I do a little scouting before I choose the checkout line I want to wait in. Sure, the length of the line is a major factor, but I’m also looking to see how chatty the cashier is. Now, I’m all for cashiers being pleasant, but when they start to tell this long story and delve into personal things, it’s too much.  I had a cashier once who was ringing stuff up and then out nowhere says, “Did you know they have slushies at Burger King?” I confirmed that I was aware of such a beverage, and he made sure I knew of the fact that, “they’re great.” Then his elderly co-worker walked by. He said to her, “Hi, Carol,” then turned to me and said, “She’s getting up there in age and starting to slow down. She just had surgery.” I didn’t need or want to know this, and I’m sure Carol was thrilled that he was filling everyone in on her personal life. Lucky for her it stopped there because I don’t think that this fella had an off switch. Who knows what k...