I intentionally leave the handle of a garbage bag hanging out of the can on pickup day so that I can see at a glance if the garbage men have come to pick up the garbage.
Both your complaints should be directed at the management of those places: Why do they put obstructions on the top of their garbage containers? Just leave them wide open, and everybody can easily toss their garbage inside. Are they really that afraid that people will look inside and see garbage in a garbage container, and be offended?
In the second case, there is no indication that there was any obstruction. What usually happens in restrooms is that people:
a)Take way more paper towel than they need
And
b)Loosely wad the towel into a ridiculously large ball, or worse yet just toss it in without crumpling it at all.
If you take the minimum towel necessary it will be damp enough and small enough to easily crumple into a very small ball that takes up very little space in the can.
Must be a real bitch, having coworkers who force you to spend all day staring at their grotesque feet. I’m trying to imagine what kind of work you do, where you’re subjected to that kind of disgusting abuse.
Unless the squirrels decide to gnaw your brand new grill gas lines.
I swear it’s retaliation for one of our dogs killing one last month.
The Youngsters at work were talking about a test question which had left several of them completely confused. “So what is a GUI?” They did not know. The other Youngsters did not know.
I asked “GUI with a final I?”
“Yes!”
“Graphic User Interface.”
They looked at each other, then at me. “And to learn that you need to study…?”
“Nothing. You need to be old enough to remember when programs didn’t have one.”
I feel like I need a lawn. But with a big umbrella, because I hate it when the sun shines on my screen and I can’t see 
I hate renting. Other people talk about how they hate having to take care of a house, but me, I hate not knowing what my landlord is going to do next (and tangentially, the thought that I’m dumping my money into a pit). I’ve dealt with the house I rent out of being sold not once but twice, and it’s not fun to think about possibly having to leave if the new owner wants. Now the dryer has broken down, and it’s going on five weeks. Drying my bedsheets inside my 1BR apartment is not exactly a recipe for a fun time. The landlord was on vacation for two of those weeks, OK…I can deal. But a week after they’re back and still nothing, so I email them. The response is that they’ve extended their vacation and they need to tell me “what they’ll be doing to the basement”. What? What WILL you be doing? Do you plan to take the washer and dryer away because you’re rich enough to have somebody come by and pick up your laundry for you and never use the washer/dryer yourself? Please, elaborate, because this is stressing me the hell out.
Frankly, I hate the city I’m in, I hate the road I live on, I hate my job, and basically, I’ve been done with this area for years. The only thing keeping me here is getting more years on my husband’s resume. If they’re taking my dryer away I’m out, that’s the last straw. I don’t have time to bullshit at a dirty laundromat for hours every week, or the money to pay someone else to ruin my linen bedsheets or use detergent I’m allergic to.
I finally went down to the marina to look at the damage to our pontoon boat.
Not too bad, and the owner of the marina said they could order the parts and fix it after I pull out at the end of the season. Cool.
I feel pretty bad for the people who hit me. The wife was piloting the boat. I heard from two different people that she was crying and her husband was pretty upset.
Aww. They were so upset about that? I thought it would be a hole in a pontoon with your boat a quarter in the water or something. Glad it’s minor and can wait until it’s up for the winter.
He’s a very nice guy and was upset because we just got the boat. Yeah, I was holding my breath walking down to the boat. What a relief!
I also pictured something much worse than that! Whew. Is there a way to patch it temporarily so you can still use it this summer?
The couple that hit you sound incredibly nice. If I were you, I’d “walk next door” and tell them all is forgiven if they have you over to their boat for cocktails (or a beer, but anyone with a cool boat probably has their own favorite martini recipe).
Yep, I won’t miss a minute of boating.
I was trolling a FB pal by posting Paul Mauriat’s Love is Blue, and now it’s in my head. Instant self-revenge.
I know - hell, am related to you, in some cases, some kind of awful people. I’m exhausted dealing with my own crises and dramas, quit stirring up shit because you’re a bitch, ok?
Thanks so much in advance.
Mrs KJdS asked why we haven’t been camping for the past 8 years and the universe answered.
It rained nonstop. The tent was leaky and the ground was hard and I had shoulder surgery 3 weeks ago and couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep at all. On the way home we had two car sick children but only one bucket. Driving 50mph in a 75 and 30 in the 55mph turns didn’t help.
Maybe we’ll give it another go in 2024?
That’s a great plan, actually. However, what leaving a bag half in/half out does is make it look like the trash can is full when it is not. I always half-expect my attempt to push the bag (along with my granola bar wrapper) into the can will fail.
Also, another bag half in this morning (Wendy’s this time) - once again, trash can not full.
Adventures in Closet Cleaning!
I am on a very slow mission to turn my stepdaughters room into my knitting storage and workout room. She’s 24 now and hasn’t visited us on a regular basis since she was 14 (long story, not getting into it here). Her room has been taken over by massive quantities of stuff most of which is not mine, and her closet door has been blocked by boxes. I last opened it a few years ago since I store some costume type clothing there and I needed some for a play I was working on, but I didn’t explore the closet at that time, just grabbed what I needed.
Yesterday I decided it was time to give it a go. I pulled out my stepdaughter’s inflatable Barbie furniture, some of which was still inflated, some boxes of stuff that I remember packing when we moved in 2002, a bag of stuff meant to go to Goodwill that daughter grew out of over a decade ago, and when I finally made it down to the the floor, I discovered termite damage. Just great. Around 2004 we had discovered termite damage in the floor of this same closet but I admit we haven’t kept on top of the situation. 
Stupid bugs, stop eating my house!
I still have a couple of unopened cartons from when we relocated here from NYC, back in 1995. I have no idea what’s in them. They’re a sort of time capsule that’ll be opened after my demise. My husband says they’re probably filled with porn.
I don’t think I could buy insurance from a company that - at best - pretends its normal to total a new car.