Food bloggers make me nuts. They think they can eat anywhere they want and not pay their bill just because they have a few followers. Then, when I catch one of them, like this pretty girl today, they always try to get away by asking to deal with a female security guard instead. Guess what? My coworker is as tough as I am. I'll wait and watch as she undresses our suspect and touches every inch of her body, trying to find more evidence. We always get our way ...
