You folks are way smart! Bill is going to be here this weekend, so I called some of my friends and told them about his plan to buy a bagger.
To a person, they all told me what a bad idea it was. Of course I agreed with them and they will be coming over on Saturday for lunch. Bill likes meeting my friends and will happily fire up the BBQ and cook whatever I hand him. There is nothing that bikers like to do more than sit around, eat and drink beer while talking about their bikes and riding mishaps.
The discussion will go to our first bikes, and the stupid things we did on them. Nobody will actually tell Bill that he’s being in idiot, but the pain and suffering and recovery from falling over while doing 30 mph on a hundred pound bike will be described in loving detail…with the rest of us wincing because we have gone down as well.
Bill is really a very smart guy. I’m pretty sure this will work, and I thank all of you for your suggestions.
For the record, I don’t doubt Bill’s ability to learn to ride a motorcycle in traffic. I do doubt his ability to survive long while trying to learn on an oversized, overpowered machine. If he survives his first year with bike he can control, he will probably be a very good rider. Who knows, in 5 years I might consider riding bitch with him.
I do have to mention the other suggestion that my RL friends made was that I complain that Bill shouldn’t buy something like that until we were married so I could pick the color and options. (The back seat is important to the designated rider) Our wedding is keeping me so busy that I couldn’t possibly deal with that now.
If Bill remembers that I promised after we are married, I should take as much time as I want to look at the colors and options. If Bill doesn’t run away screaming from all the shopping, I should let him buy it, then rent a trailor to hook to his truck and tell him that if he ever rides without getting a valid motorcycle license that he will never have sex again. Mostly because he will be dead.
Thanks for the sympathy. I’m feeling a little better now about the wedding now that I vented. I don’t know if it’s the only thing keeping me in the wedding party - I do want to keep my word to Monica as well and I think our friendship is still worthwhile, but it’s a big part of my annoyance right now. In any case, I’ll probably have fun at the wedding, and if not, dopers will get to hear me bitch about the High Drama.
I think Monica will be getting other bridesmaids, she mentioned that she will ask some other friends. I’d hate to be in on that conversation though.
Monica will only need two more bridesmaids, so maybe just Joey and Chandler? Ross doesn’t seem like he would be very elegant in a dress.
I seem pretty RL to me.
Of course, I can be loads meaner in RL, too, so maybe this isn’t RL. It’s confusing.
No, really, we just don’t want to leave out in public the really mean stuff because then we might get arrested as accessories before the fact if something goes wrong with your educational efforts.
I had a bagful of plastic grocery bags and I was going to take some to the library to be reused and some I’d keep for cat box scooping, and some to toss some crap in, and the a couple more would be put in the cars so we could get all the trash out.
I have no bags anywhere. I’ve also managed to lose a DVD and my copy of One Nil. I have no fucking idea where stuff vanishes to in this crazy shitty house.
Fucking hell. Again with stealing my credit card number? And for a $25 purchase? Really? Once again somebody causes me no end of bullshit to change accounts and auto-pays, not to mention I won’t have charge access for another 7-10 days while waiting for the new card. I’m careful with my card, but it only takes one asshole to copy the number while it’s out of your sight. Fuck you, you asshole.
I went to the eye doctor weeks ago when I ran out of contacts. I moved, so I went somewhere new. First pair of contacts hurt my eyes. Second prescription hurt my eyes. Third prescription hurt my eyes. Couldn’t read for shit with any of them (even though I’m near-sighted.)
Today I went for the fourth time in the last three weeks. And what really, really pisses me off is when I called my old eye doctor’s office and asked for the original prescription (which had been working more or less fine for me), they refused to give me information. They said the wouldn’t give it out because the prescription is expired and I need to come in for an eye exam. I explained that I’d moved and had an eye exam two weeks ago and really, really needed to know what the original prescription was and she said, ‘‘We don’t have that information.’’
Now I’m scheduled to go back a fifth time so they can do some weird thing with my eyes that will screw with my sight for up to two days. Sonofabitch, I just want to order more contact lenses.
A close friend is lying in a coma. 40 years old, in perfect shape. I played soccer with him indoors and out (he played in 3 leagues, and coached). He also biked 20 miles to work five days a week.
Got home from a run last week, laid down, never got up. He’s been moved to hospice.
If you pray, do so for Steve and his wife and two young boys. If you beam strength at people, that’d be appreciated too.
Hug your families. Our time on this earth is finite…
…and random.
Every time I’m in the grocery store and see that powdered “General Foods International Coffee”, I feel compelled to buy it to experience the wonders of decadent high-quality European premium bistro coffee. Even knowing intellectually that it is just a powdered blend of sugar, non-dairy substitutes, instant coffee crystals, and artificial flavor, my brain goes “Ooh, the good stuff! Buy it!”
Keep your restaurant receipts. Note the server (their name is on a few but not all receipts). Report that to the cops too. If the person did it to you, chances are they did it to a lot of other people. Bastard is probably selling the numbers on-line. Shouldn’t take much before he gets felony charges.
A smart thief would most likely not use it immediately, in order to throw the owner off the trail. We had company here over the weekend, so used the card at a variety of places here in town, including a couple of restaurants, a parking kiosk, the Chinese Gardens, etc. Could have been any of those or even skimmed from a week or more ago. The card charge is irritating enough, but the aftermath is a real PITA.
Olives, also try having your medical records sent to the new doctor, instead of just calling and asking for the prescription over the phone. You may have better luck with faxing that request to the old office, instead of handling it over the phone.
I’m going in for a PITA stress test next week because my doctor saw something odd on my EKG. The cardiologist did another one and said, “Oh, I see what they mean, but that’s nothing to worry about,” but we’re still doing the stress test. Your post is making me less irritated about doing what seems to be a pointless test.
