Last weekend Howard and I went to meet our friend at Katz’s for dinner and ended up having one smelly, funky night.
Everyone was enjoying their fried pickles when the hostess seated some nasty people next to us. Their funk drifted over to our table and lingered for the entire meal. This stench was so rancid I couldn’t eat my food. Oh, don’t worry… I left a nice comment card for the waiter. Then while we were leaving a homeless man tried to hit us up for some money. What is wrong with people these days!?












