We were driving home today, and got a green light at an intersection close to home. As we started to go, we pulled up even with the sidewalk on the far side of the intersection just as a pedestrian stepped off the sidewalk to cross in front of us, looking at her cellphone instead of the light or the traffic. We saw her, she saw us, she pulled back with a shocked look on her face, but that could have gone very, very badly for all of us. For the love of all that’s holy, people, don’t try to cross streets and text or talk on the phone. Don’t make some poor driver who isn’t doing anything wrong be the person who kills you.
Because I have too: no name yet | Vicki Whateley | Flickr
and no name yet | Vicki Whateley | Flickr
She doesn’t have a name just yet. Might have to start a “name the kitten” thread coz my brain just wont think
Cookie. She looks like a cookie to me, and you’ve earned cookies by doing good **madrabbitwoman **
**Snakescatlady **- I’m not sure what to say to you apart from hugs. How long ago was it friends-daughter lost her son?
Obligatory minirant - my semi-hoarder mother just emptied an ottoman full of old musty sheets, yay! And of course is now trying to dispose of them by giving them to me.
(I managed to refuse the kind offer, and suggesting she pass them to the charity shop I work at, even if they’re not sellable, we get cash for rags, so they’re still doing good. She didn’t look impressed.)
I think she looks more like a muffin, she’s fluffy…
ok here is my name the kitty thread: Help me name my kitten - In My Humble Opinion - Straight Dope Message Board
It is not necessary to wear a bottle of perfume to go to the YMCA. I’m overweight and doing my best here, but when little old ladies who won’t even break a fucking sweat bring their noxious perfume cloud to the treadmills, I gotta call it a day when it actually makes me choke. Fucker.
What would have happened if you’d accepted the sheets and then donated them for rags yourself?
- hands out earplugs for Filbert, glucosamine supplements for Dr. Girlfriend, and … a nice glass of {beverage of choice here} for madrabbitwoman I suppose? *
I’ll come back when I think of something I’m suitably pissed off about. Shouldn’t take long.
Does she like cats/dogs? Because animal shelters and such are always in need of bedding stuff.
(Or just tell her you’ve changed your mind, take the sheets and YOU donate them.)
Yes! They’ll take blankets that have been chewed up in the washer, they might take musty sheets.
This is what we did with my grandma’s stuff when she moved into an apartment.
G: Do you want these (totally useless and/or broken items)?
PP: Sure. Thanks! <loads into car, drives to the goodwill>
It was easier for her to downsize if she thought she was giving them to her babies.
WAG: She’d come over and then expect to see the sheets in use and/or in the linen closet. Cue guilt trips and/or rage if their real destination was revealed.
“Oh I’m sorry, they kind of disintegrated when they went through the washer…”
To the lady on ebay:
Thank you for placing the Mickey Mouse sweatshirt as a “Buy it now” option, and at such a low price. Thank you for shipping it so promptly, so my wife will be able to wear it on our after hours walking tour of Disneyland at the end of the month.
Most decidedly UNthank you for shipping it reeking of cigarette smoke.
Dopers: it looks really clean, which leads me to fear that bringing it to a drycleaner wouldn’t be effective at removing the smell. Anybody know if this is the case?
A friend of mine lived with her chain smoking sister for a while and when she moved out she was able to remove the scent from her clothes with a combination of those little scent absorbing containers and/or airing outside in the sunshine. Since it’s just one shirt I would suggest fresh air and sunshine is the best alternative (cheap too)
Just fuck off, Facebook “friend,” with your inane need to come into every discussion thread with a smarter-than-thou attitude about the topic under discussion and your derailment of every single fucking post into a diatribe about your personal belief system and pet conspiracy theory du jour. Nobody gives a rat’s fucking ass about your paranoia against everything that’s not personally vetted by you, and telling someone whose lost a child that karma will balance everything out is disgusting.
If you’re so much more enlightened that the rest of us “sheep,” (I swear to all that is unholy and vile, if you use the word “sheeple” EVER I will mock you and block you, in that order), then why are you consistently on the verge of homelessness and unemployment, and always getting into or out of yet another dysfunctional abusive relationship?
Fuck. Off.
Hey dumbass old man grocery store cashier:
Twice slandering a 49 year old professionally dressed regular customer who is standing 6 feet from you under the guise of “protecting” the female customer you’re ringing up (Well, you know, except for the part where you stopped ringing up her stuff to stand and glare at me until she asked what you were doing) isn’t a very wise move, professionally speaking.
Yeah, I filed a complaint with their corporate HQ. Gave them names, exact time, register number, all of that.
Fuck everyone responsible for crashing our economy.
Fuck the law makers in Ga who made it legal to cut unemployment benefits early if unemployment dropped below a certain %, causing tens of thousands of people to suddenly be without an income.
Fuck the unemployment agency for waiting until a week before said benefits are cut in order to notify people.
Fuck the lawmakers who decided you have to have a diploma/ged to get any government job. It just a damn piece of paper, it proves nothing.
Fuck the other employers who are requiring one now for menial jobs. IE, burger flipping, farm hand, truck loader/unloader. Etc.
Fuck the owners of the local kfc for letting my mom go after she sacrificed everything for the company, just because her boss didn’t like her. At least I had the pleasure of seeing that ass run your store into the ground 6 months after she got let go. Just like she told you would happen.
Fuck the people who thought it was a good idea to have 60 minute aptitude tests for every little job. By the way, making your tests into little games isn’t cute, fun, or anything else aside from damned annoying. Also, requiring sound when a lot of people are doing this at local libraries where sound is disabled? Not cool.
Finally, fuck myself for quitting school, fuck the lawmakers who made it legal for a 16 year old to drop out without parents permission, and for listening to the doctor about quitting my last decent job.
Eh, it all worked out. Mama-san and the in-laws managed to squeeze us into their vehicles and a good time was had by all. This was the first outing (other than necessities like doctor or groceries) with the baby, so I was a little melodramatic and hormonal in my reaction. I really needed to get the hell out of the house for a little while!
And normally, we’d have extra keys in the safe, but the new van was picked up the day the baby was born (and she was three weeks early,) so getting a spare has been low-priority. We’ve somehow lost the spare truck key. It may have fallen behind the safe… which requires two people and a hand truck to move.
There sure are a lot of major rants this month. I hope that next month is better for everyone.
Mr. Accident, I’m sure that you could get a GED without paying much (I looked at the cost here, and its just a $30 testing fee. Your library probably has books to help you with the test.
My local library has headphones that people can check out when they sign up for the computer. Perhaps you can bring your own headphones in?
Yup, we have a winner!
Going by past experiences, in a few weeks she would come up with some spurious reason why she needed these sheets back (or had found someone else who needed them, or wanted to see them to check something, or, etc etc!) and would hit the roof when she realised I’ve ditched them. And I’d never hear the end of “that time you gave away my grandfather’s precious handwoven antique linen” or whatever she’d mythicised them into once her hoarding obsession had kicked back in!
I like the idea of giving them to the animal rescue people though, thank you!