Here in central Massachusetts, many of the rural towns and villages have declared themselves to be “right to farm” entities. As the housing developments expand, the farmers have some built-in protection from suburbanites with delicate noses.
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
Don’t roller skate in a buffalo herd.
And greenhead flies along the East Coast. Vicious!
The skinny pants are too long. The hipsters are wearing “high waters” now.
“No collusion! No collusion!”
I admit to being cheap. With the portion sizes that some restaurants serve, I can get at least a full meal out of the leftovers. What bugs me is that when you ask to take the leftovers home, a lot of the servers now hand you an empty “to-go” box and expect you to fill it yourself. If you’ve ordered a sauce-laden entree that’s served in a wide-rim bowl, it’s a challenge to get the food into the box without spilling a bunch of it on yourself. If servers expect a 20% tip, they should be taking care of this themselves back in the kitchen. Now everybody get off my lawn!