Living as a Punchline: Baskets

I have sort of a complex about this. Other people make it look so easy, but I always get tied in knots trying to carry a shopping basket. I assume someone somewhere must have designed them to be ergonomic somehow, but I just can't seem to make it work for me.

Living as a Punchline: Frills

Based on a weird anecdote/flight of fantasy, shared with me some years ago.

Living as a Punchline: Fans Ruin Everything

...I'll get over it some day.

Living as a Punchline: Toilet guys

I don't know who they are or what they're really for, but there they are: large men with poor English skills, who wait in public bathrooms and offer you toiletries for cash donations. I mean, are they a secret society, dedicated to making the men of Britain feel even more vulnerable while in pub toilets? Plucky entrepreneurs? The result of a traditional pub owners' joke on newer employees ("Stand in the bathroom and offer people paper towels, it's a very responsible post...")?

Living as a Punchline: Irish pubs in places that aren't Ireland

There was a recipe for Irish stew on the wall in which "leeks" was spelled "leaks". I must have been in a pretty bad mood by that point, because I was sorely tempted to paint it out angrily with my brush-pen.

Living as a Punchline: Sterotypes

The personable one, and the talent. The grumpy one and the ineffectual one. Whatever.

It pains me that none of these comparisons are original to me. People are too damn pass-remarkable...