As far as I’m concerned, the fiction and non-fiction sections in bookstores should just be called Lies and Real Stuff. Let’s stop giving unscrupulous authors a friendly word with which to excuse their false falsities.
Another way to tell someone came in from Ledo’s is if they’re wearing a microplaid shirt, a gold chain, and either a baseball cap or a metric fuckton of hair gel (blond tips optional).
My favorite Ledo’s moment, characteristic of the place in general, I think, is the time when a guy came in to my work and asked for a pack of cigarettes. He looked somewhat young, so I carded him. He didn’t have his ID, but he told me he was a bartender at Ledo’s, so he had to be at least 21. While I was inclined believe him (though I’d never seen him before), I was not inclined to care (fuck customers) and told him I needed his ID or I wasn’t selling him cigarettes (I’m not losing my job over that shit). He then proceeded to flip out and start yelling at me that he was a bartender and this was ridiculous and I’m such an asshole. Now, here’s the question: What do you call a bartender, who checks IDs all night long, then throws a bitch-fit over someone checking his ID? You call that person worthless human garbage. Fuck him and fuck Ledo’s.
On occasion, my boss gets frustrated about something and threatens to hire that tool. Personally, I don’t find that funny. I don’t find it funny at all.
There were also numerous other misspellings of everyday words and, my favorite part, a claim that he left his last job in June of 2006. This is an actual person who is out there right now.
FACT: Math is for nerds.
FACT: People who draw webcomics are nerds.
CONCLUSION: I could stand to be a better nerd.