Number of flights: probably in the 300-600 range. From 1989 to 2019, I traveled semi-regularly for work; I estimated 6 or so round-trip flights per year for work over the course of those 30 years (might have been a bit more in some years), plus some leisure travel.
I definitely have flown over 50 times, but I’m not sure if it’s over 200 times.
I am close to 1 million miles on Alaska Air, plus a lot of flights over the years on other airlines. I’m sure I’m near 1,000 flights if not over.
I grew up on the Pacific coast, and all my siblings and I (all four of us) have had a scary undertow I-thought-I-was-a-goner moment. Undertows are real and dangerous.
Right they were Doug Kenney and Harold Ramis movies.
“Nagging” is often what it’s called when one person reminds another that the second person hasn’t done something that they agreed to do. It’s especially likely to be called that if the second person has no intention either of doing whatever it is that they agreed to do, or of admitting that they’re not going to do it.
Genuine nagging would be repeatedly bugging somebody to do something that either they’re already doing, or can be reasonably counted on to do the thing without reminders when it’s actually time to do it.
Nagging is telling me to do something I already planned to do, or telling me to do something that I view as less important than the nagger does. My husband is a hard-core nag. Seriously you would think he was speaking to a child sometimes. “Please put away the sharp utensils so we can watch TV.” Or an old classic: “Don’t forget to remove the sticker from your apple.”
There is only one thing I have ever wanted from my husband and that is for him to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher instead of the sink. But do I nag him about it, like a whiner? No. Like any good partner, I stew in quiet resentment.
Nagging is my ex asking me to remind him to do something and then, when he has to be reminded for the third time in the year, he rounds on me about nagging him. Even though that third request is six months after the first.
IOW, nagging is what the person on the receiving end thinks it is.
Nagging is dependent on the purpose hearing it. For most of my family, nagging is when I ask them three or four times, after being ignored, to do something.
For BtY, nagging is when I ask him to do anything the first time.
So far, you’re the only non-earlobe responder. I knew we were a boring bunch, but I expected a little more. Maybe I’ve lived in the Seattle area too long.
The local idiots seem slightly restrained, so far, but it is not quite dark yet. 'Round about, dusk, it should be a ceaseless sky-carpet of noise for about two or three hours, then tapering off. I am pretty sure I could buy a decent electric car for how much is spent on boomy noises in my neighborhood.
Amateur fireworks have always been really popular in my neighborhood, and for days leading up to the 4th. It was pretty loud here from about 8pm until now (11pm); it’s quieted down a lot in the last quarter-hour. The fact that it’s a “work night” might be part of that; it’s not atypical for the explosions to last well past midnight if it’s a weekend night.
My town was specifically called out in the news (big city, 30 miles away) because we have a lot of idiots hereabouts, and it is serious fire season. In prior decades, June has been a very soggy month, but this year we are waaay behind on the wet.
We’d been under significant drought conditions here in the Chicago area for the past two months…until Sunday, when we got a half-foot of rain. Things are pretty damp here still, thankfully, at least for having fireworks not start wildfires.
As the question was about how many times have you flown in an airplane, I counted each flight segment. For each round trip, there is normally four segments, as it seems I always have to transfer. As I fly at least once per year, and I’m over 50, that’s easily 200 flight sements. This year’s plan is 8 flight segments, and only 2 of those are related to one round-trip.
Hubby really doesn’t like nagging, and for him the tone and wording of a request is the decider of whether something is nagging.
Whether or not it is nagging is always in the ear of the recipient.
No fireworks here - unification day is the beginning of August. Then there will be fireworks for at least a week ahead of August 1st. Some people have a lot of money - even enough to get the license to buy the bigger stuff. I can see more private fireworks from my front porch than I saw at my township fireworks show in New Jersey.
If there’s gunfire at New Year’s Eve, no one would notice. The fireworks are constant from about 9pm until 1am. Not as much as in Amsterdam. The fireworks there on NYE are insane.
I have the advantage of living within 15 miles of both of Chicago’s airports, both of which are major airline hubs. So, I’d estimate that less than 10% of my airline travel has ever required a transfer in order to reach my destination.
“Nagging is in the ear of the beholder”
On that note, I recommend the film A Futile and Stupid Gesture (film) - Wikipedia about National Lampoon and Doug Kenney specifically.
Then can take my fireworks from me when they pry them from my fingers.
Which are located there, there, there, there, and over there.
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Out of my tattoo/piercing friends, I’m the boring one. A friend of mine who is a tattoo artist actually gave himself a Prince Albert piercing. Now that’s getting a bit hardcore.