The List, Again

Away we go…

• IANAL, but Josh Allen should sue the Bills front office for workplace discrimination over the way they're wasting his career.
• After clearing my driveway four times in two days, I should be able to bill Scot Haney and Gil Simmons for mileage on my snowblower.
• Restaurant servers have an uncanny ability to arrive at the table at the exact moment when every single person has a mouthful.
• Whenever I end up behind a Honda CR-V, I instantly know my trip just got 20 minutes longer.
• Attention radio stations: just because a song is 20 years old doesn’t automatically make it “classic rock.” I didn’t want to hear Shinedown then, and I certainly don’t want to hear them now.
• I wish I’d learned about the sunk cost fallacy before I sat through all ten seasons of The Goldbergs.
• Cheers barflies, ranked: Paul Krapence, Pete, Phil, Al, Steve, Tim, Alan, Tom. (Not ranked: Original Paul.)
• If we ever meet in person and you introduce yourself with the Universal Greeting, I'll buy you a burger, no questions asked.
• I’d like to be neighbors with Craig Ferguson — just not next-door neighbors. More like across-the-street neighbors who shoot the breeze on trash day.
• Pro tip: Next time you need dessert, make — don’t buy — a tres leches cake. It’s wicked easy, crazy good, and racks up serious baking cred.