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Used to be that a greasy spoon diner was content being your standard greasy spoon diner. There were three condiments: ketchup, salt, and occasionally pepper if the place wanted to be fancy. The cook would look at you suspiciously if you ordered your eggs any other way than scrambled. (Asking for eggs Benedict would, not infrequently, get you run out of town on a rail. I am led to understand the rail was only officially retired in 1987.)

Houstonist reports on cross-dressing thieves and undressing educators this week. A Peeping Tom defends himself with a papaya and an outraged onlooker asks Ken Lay, "TATER TOTS OR FRIES?" Also, FEMA wants it's money back.

There's a whole wide world out there, and here's the proof:

Sharp-eared correspondent Ann on the Street (or, in this case, on the subway) overheard a healthy, happy, well-dressed, and all-round extremely non-drug-addicted-looking teenage girl talking to a friend about her new favourite candy on the TTC in the west end this morning.

Tall Poppy Interview: Chuck Klosterman