Had to go into a Chase to open an account and was making small talk with the bank guy while we went through the forms. I said "I remember when I was a kid this was a—" and he cut in sagely: "a Boston Market, yes." He knew his role as the keeper of the land's history
russian man at my friend’s hostel describe alcohol as a lubricant for the conversational sphincter and then fell down the stairs head first after several negronis