I just stumbled across an old Facebook post that paints a real picture of the way pretentious, chauvinistic, metrosexual “men” bring me to the edge of violence when I’m dining alone at ritzy steakhouse bars in Midwestern cities. See for yourselves:
I have a short fuse tonight. I know this because after five minutes of sitting next to these metrosexual sissies and listening to them talk to the waitress in a sickeningly condescending way, I want to fight all four of them at once in the alley behind the building then cool off by sipping beer from their empty skulls. Check please!