To all those doughnut luggers, coffee stirrers, bagel benders, ice-cream scoopers and the rest of you who put a tip jar on the counter: You were... More >>

Thank you, mystery guy, for stopping on the freeway to pick up my saddle bags and spare helmet that had fallen off of my motorcycle earlier that... More >>

I know you and your brother are little and probably very excited about flying to Orange County with Grandma and Grandpa. It’s fun to go on... More >>

You were the lady at the Costa Mesa High School track a couple of months ago who had three dogs with her on a Saturday night. I was the guy... More >>

You were the college-educated idiot sitting on the balcony of the apartment building across the street from mine, shooting your pellet gun at the... More >>

You are the guy in the next stall who made me realize life in an office building can be full of surprises. I had just settled in when I heard the... More >>

You were the guy who stopped my buddy and me from buying tickets at Game 3 of the Angels playoff series, leading to one of the greatest days... More >>

On a recent Friday at 5 p.m., I was riding my bike through the intersection at Via Lido and Balboa Boulevard, heading toward the beach. You... More >>

You’re the thirtysomething man driving your company’s work truck. Seeing as how you’re actually paid to drive, I’m... More >>

You’re the big, fat, evil jewelry vendor at the Seal Beach Arts and Crafts Faire. Next time someone comes by asking you questions about... More >>