Yeah, so, last week mighty, mighty good man David and I had breakfast at Manor Coffee Shop in West Portal. If you haven’t eaten there, you should get on that. Four words: Hawaiian. Bread. French. Toast. Right?!
While we were there, a man came in and sat at a table. He asked for a cup of coffee and the newspaper. The waitress said, “We only have The Examiner.”
“I’d rather have no newspaper than The Examiner. Just the coffee then.”
Seriously. That happened.
[Editor’s note: I used to work for The Examiner from 2000-2006, but quit because the bosses were worse than Hitler. However, I have been known to return and write the celebrity gossip column, Scoop, when their writer goes on vacation.]