I pit Publix supermarkets for running out of gallons of reconsituted orange juice. All they had was premium not-from-concentrate 96 ouncer for the same price as the gallon used to be. At first I thought that it was one of those “change container sizes-on-the-sly and keep the same price” deals, but now I notice they were either out of the regular stuff or are trying to phase it out.
I pit them because after grudgingly buying the new product( and making plans to shop elsewhere in the future,) I notice that it does taste better than re-concentrated OJ, so I might shell out the extra 25% to get it from now on. Grrrrrr marketing!
WTF every happened to calling to let people know what’s going on? I emailed some friends of ours Wednesday night to see if they wanted to come over tonight. I got a message back at 330 AM saying “we’ll talk it over and get back to you.” I never heard back from them, so Hubby and I planned a quiet evening in. I get another message 2 minutes ago saying “See you soon!” Dammit, my house is a wreck and we’re both already in our PJs. Plus, we got ourselves a pizza from Papa Murphy’s and it’s already in the oven. I am just flabbergasted … they have never done this before!
Did you respond back with, “Well, since we didn’t hear from you, we assumed you weren’t coming and made plans accordingly. Does next weekend work for you?”
This is an ongoing peeve of mine - you can’t assume no response means one thing or the other, since for some people it means we’re coming, and other people it means we aren’t. Just friggin’ respond in a timely fashion, people.
Twice in the last 10 years I’ve had someone invite me over, and upon receiving the email reply and say I’d be there, then when I had the gall to show up, they were visibly upset because I had not called before coming over.
I said I’d be there. I was not aware that you had some bizarre social custom that required people you invited to come over to further call and confirm that they were coming within an hour before showing up. Perhaps you have been burned by so-called friends who said they would show up and never did, so you got gun shy and now require a call to confirm or you assume they will not.
But Avarie friends didn’t say they’d be there, they said they’d talk about it and get back to her. In that case, not getting back = not coming. What was she supposed to do, not cook dinner and wait around just in case she got a call?
I wasn’t saying that. I was giving a sort of counter example.
People like her friends tend to not get invited in the future, or only as a “a couple of us are doing X, show up if you feel like it” type of thing. In other words, mentally flagged as unreliable.
What he said. If people say they’re coming, I assume they’re coming - I don’t need a play-by-play. If they say “maybe,” then leave it at that, I don’t like it - I don’t know which version of “maybe” they expect me to plan for.
So, I’m minding my own business, just driving home after work and suddenly the pickup in front of me kicks up a rock about as big as a basket ball (hyperbole) and tossed it at my face. We are moving 60, and I can’t go the left because of the oncoming traffic, so I moved as far to the right as I could, hoping that the guy next to me would notice my distress and give me some room.
The rock got bigger and bigger until it was about the size of a planet…and took out my driver’s side mirror.
Oddly enough, I didn’t do anything like pee my pants. I just drove on and worried if my insurance would total my car over this. When I got home and looked at the damage, I could see that the rock was about the size of a baseball.
This is the second time I’ve had a mirror blown off due to crap on the road. I’ve also dodged ladders and couches falling out of trucks. I guess I’m just getting jaded because back when I had a frozen chicken break my windshield, I was all outraged and wanted charges filed. Now I just know to dodge really well.
Look fella, I got four whole hours of sleep before the job interview this morning. I spent hours answering questions about MVC architecture, database interfacing, and design patterns. Talked myself hoarse, as I recall.
I’m glad you liked the online article I wrote four years ago. But that doesn’t give you the right to grill me on trivial coding details. I’m not an impostor and you’re not Columbo, so don’t be so pleased with yourself just because I can’t remember every single thing I wrote. Smug bastard.
On my way! But I don’t like wine, so you will have to deal with beer. And…we don’t eat salsa out here, we eat Pico. If your ears melt off your head, drink more beer
I’ll so kick your butt at battleship, that only takes paper and pencil.
Umm… why not today? It IS January, and your location says Oslo.
Now, if you’ve moved to Cozumel, then you’ve got a point (but you need to keep us updated on your moves)…
More to the point in our case (Wisconsin): Why NO snow from mid-November til last week? We’ve been known to sing “I’m dreeeeaming/of a white Thanksgiving…”
But I rode my bike across town to work every day (often in shirtsleeves!) until our first real snow… in mid-January!
Okay, motherfucker: I thought you were letting me pull into traffic from my parking space, seeing as how traffic was stopped anyway. Apparently, that’s not what you were thinking, even though you left me a large space to pull out. Miscommunication, right? So you then are so enraged that you tailgate me through the neighborhood, flashing your fucking lights like I endangered your life? It’s a Prius, dude, and you’re driving some obscenely large SUV that would likely have barely suffered a dent, and even then only after some bizarre 1mph accident. So you follow me turn-for-turn, and then right up to my house before driving on? What the fuck? You could have at least had the balls to stop and let me get your licence number so I could call the cops on your sorry ass for harassment. Or kick your sorry ass up between your ears and THEN call the cops. Was I supposed to be threatened and frightened by this tactic? What a fucking lamebrain.
Don’t ever go straight home when shit like that happens. Drive to a bank or a convenience store - some place with cameras. If the person stops and gets out of their car and approaches you, GO INSIDE and go to the counter where you are directly on camera and most likely have multiple witnesses. Only the most irrational assholes are going to confront you in front of witnesses.
Even if you’re not worried about it, I still don’t recommend going straight to your house.
Goddamnit, I’m in so much pain. Well, I would be if I wasn’t drunk - now I’m just hurting. I have calcium deposits in my shoulders and for some reason, yesterday morning the right shoulder decided to start the day hurting and go down hill from there. I’ve tried Soma, Vicodin, Tylenol #4 and finally went in to get a cortisone shot. It’s sort of better. I don’t have time for this shit.
