“Oh, I don’t watch television,” he laughed, taking a sip of his Australian wine. He turned to the waitress, a short Mexican woman in her sixties.”What, exactly, is in this salad?” he asked her. As she listed off the ingredients he requested she repeat herself several times, sighing audibly at her thick accent. Read More Social Terrors: My Worst Date Ever
Part two of my exciting bedbug saga, in which I make my exciting television debut!
So, as you’ll recall: I am suing my landlord, Sam, who constantly calls me by my last name. I have enraged my roommate Gabby, who is being bullied by Sam to get me to drop the suit. And I have just been contacted by a court show about my case:
So the producer calls me and asks me:
Correct spelling of my name
If I had any cracked, missing or gold teeth.
Apparently if you have an aesthetically displeasing smile, they set you up with a dentist before you’re on the show.
I think it was becoming apparent to Sam that he wasn’t going to win this case and he was pretty motivated to do the show because they would pay the amount he won, so really everyone comes out on top. Read More The Real Housewives of NY Never Have To Deal With This Shit – Part 2