Help! I’m having a little bit of an identity crisis. I told the barista that my name was “Rosa” but apparently, I’m “Posa”. Now, was he saying my name is “Posa” or is this a new slang/spelling for “poser”? I’m a poser? Who/what am I posing as? Rosa? I’m not Rosa? Obviously… But if I’m not Rosa, then who am I? Oh dear. At least I have some caffeine in me to fuel me as I sort out this existential quandary.
Seriously… “Posa”? Do I look like a “Posa”? Is that even a name?
Why is it that restaurants overdress a salad when you’re dining in but not give you enough dressing when you take it to-go?
I know everyone’s got different preferences as to how much dressing they like but c’mon, when the salad is all wilty and all I can taste is dressing, that’s too much. Here’s another indication: if there’s enough dressing left in the bowl to eat with a spoon post-salad consumption, you’ve overdressed the damn thing. On the other hand, if you give me a little container, y’know, that little tiny plastic container the size of a quarter, half full of dressing for a main-dish sized salad…two words: Not. Enough. I’m already disgruntled about the fact that I’m eating rabbit food for lunch. I’d like it if it tasted like something other than lettuce. Cuz lettuce, that shiz is blaaaaaaaaaaaand.