The aging, tired waitress gave him a disapproving

The aging, tired waitress gave him a disapproving look as she waved us in. When Jimmy sat down at his table, I was fairly sure I was going to be seeing Rod Serling go into his

usual nicotine-laced creep speech, but to Jimmy's shock that didn't happen. Instead Rod Serling buried his face in hands and started sobbing, between tokes on his cirgarettes

ar ar ar..." Rod had trouble with talking like a pirate. His sister was having trouble with frozen vegetables and I was in trouble with the FCC. "This is a family show!" they said.

'What on earth are you talking about?' I said. 'What family show? I was having a showdown with my family and suddenly it becomes a family show? will someone please tell me

how such a thing is possible?' By now, I was absolutely furious. My family's privacy had been invaded, and I felt deeply humiliated. And there were still issues my family needed to

face. My deep, yearning for sweet animal love one of the foremost issues. "Everyone just listen!" Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I need to talk about something. I have to get it out

but I don't have a can-opener." People gawked at me like dopey fish. Nobody handed me a can-opener. "Oh, and Bodil Joensen is awesome," I added. They chattered. I still waited.

I'm was never very good at being patient. I started pacing back and forth creeping across the floor trying to keep calm. If i didn't get my can opener soon I would

try to chew the can open with my mouth! I needed that can of lima beans. How could I possibly finish the 16 layer bean casserole w/o it? I mean it WAS the top layer.