It was a quarter to 3 in the morning when my car started to sputter, then stalled on a remote stretch of road in Coto de Caza. You were the... More >>

You're the guy in the big F150 truck, tearing down the 57 freeway, flashing your headlights in my rearview mirror while tailgating me because I... More >>

You're the stumpy, greasy-haired John Wayne Airport employee who gouged me out of beaucoup bucks. When I drove up alongside you and rolled down... More >>

You're the automated GOP push-pollster who calls me at the dinner hour. When you called with loaded questions aimed at supporting the Costa Mesa... More >>

You want to rent an apartment from me? Here are a few tips (which you didn't follow): When you come to my apartments, please park where it says,... More >>

Husband and me: sitting quietly in a dimly lit room enjoying a reflexology massage at our local foot-massage spa in Brea. You: bellowing nonstop... More >>

You are the redhaired woman waiting for her order at the Placentia In-N-Out. I was eating at a nearby table, deep in thought. You rushed over to... More >>

To the 80ish (or high-mileage 70ish) woman driving the big Lincoln in the Stater Bros. parking lot at Brea and Bastanchury in Fullerton: Why the... More >>

I was walking my dog in a Huntington Beach park on a Saturday when your young son casually tossed his Styrofoam drink cup in the grass. I... More >>

This goes out to a certain Mexican restaurant. I took my damn time to go for an interview, and you acted all nice, telling me I would get hired.... More >>