A satirical newspaper by the eight antifact fruits. Sister rag of factjuice.com.
I recently visited a park bench on the corner of 4th and Main. The seating was wood — uninspired. The view: a parking lot. The other patrons (a pigeon) were rude and made no eye contact. There was no menu, no service, and at no point did anyone offer me water.
The bench did, however, smell less offensive than I do, which I consider a personal slight. Two stars out of five. I would not return.
A vending machine in the East Wing Atrium rejected a valid coupon and will answer for what it has done.
A stranger's lawn presented itself without credentials, without apology, and without the basic courtesy to appear as though it had tried.
A stranger's front lawn presented itself to this critic without warning, without apology, and with what can only be described as intent.