For me it depends the kind of hair I find in my food. Long and straight? That’s ok, just pull it out and I’ll finish eating. Short and curly, like a pubic hair? Better pass me the barf bucket PDQ. The only time those are acceptable is when I get them directly from the source…
A hair in my food wouldn’t bother me at all. I once had a woman i dated complain about a hair in her food. She was looking for our server to complain. I got hold of the hair and examined it. The hair was red, as was her hair. She ended up not complaining.
In Jamaica I was at a pig roast on the beach. After several servings of pork, I was talking with the local guy who was serving. From his vantage point I saw that the pig was absolutely covered with midge-sized bugs. But I was done eating anyway.
Insisting on saying “Lego” as the manufacturer prefers is annoying. If you have more than one piece you have legos! Don’t be a toady to the corporate giant.
About as bad as those who say THE Ohio State University.
I can name a capital of any country, but it might not be the current one. Though was not an actual “country”, I can tell you that Dakar was definitely the capital of French West Africa 
I had to go back and change my vote about bending my fingers back to touch my wrist. I used to be able to do it, but it’s been years since I thought about it. Use it or lose it!
I took AP US History, and we were required by our teacher to know the President and VP candidates for every US Presidential election. It actually was a helpful exercise, as once you knew all the names, it was easier to remember political controversies and events of the times. I can no longer do it. Of course, there were a lot less names when I had to learn them.
Five or six?
D&R
Quite a few more. It’s President and VP candidates, winners and losers, for each election.
Since high school
1980 Reagan/Bush vs. Carter Mondale
1984 Reagan/Bush vs. Mondale/Ferrero
1988 Bush/Quale vs. Dukakis/Benson
etc.
I can name all the presidents and their years of service since Washington. I can name the candidates and their running mates for the major parties since, hmm, 1956, I think, and a few now and then before that.
I picked a couple of answers (and was glad the poll allowed it) for “hair in food” poll. Because it depends (for me) a lot on the nature of the food.
Discrete pieces of food, steaks, chops, roasted veggies, salad or something with a single piece of hair? Not a big issue for me. I might mention it to the server, if, after checking, I confirmed it didn’t match my or my wife’s hair. After all, it happens to me on dishes I cook for myself.
But soups, stews, braised dishes… well, then it depends if it looks like the hair dropped on at the last minute, or maybe fell in during the cooking. If the latter, yeah, I’d probably request a new dish, or if more than a single strand, may ask for a refund and/or leave.
And of course, the emotional squick is a lot higher if you find the hair by biting it / getting it stuck in teeth than just spotting it on the dish. The first is a lot more likely to generate complaints than the latter.
But in my nearly 50 years in life, I can’t recall ever noticing more than a single hair in a dish, and don’t think I’ve ever sent a dish back for those reasons. Others, yes (over and undercooked food or they ignored requests for no mayo/other condiment), but not for hair.
As a very hairy person with pets, I simply do not understand people’s objection to hair in food. I keep a clean house, but I shed constantly, as do the cats. I will sometimes find hair in my food while I’m eating, because it’s fallen off of from somewhere mid-meal—food prepared at home by my considerably less hairy husband, with different-coloured hair, so nobody’s fault but mine.
I didn’t vote at all in that poll, because it depends on the nature of the food, how much and what sort of hair, and the general setting.
I probably do eat a certain amount of cat and dog hair at home, and sometimes some of my own; though my own is long enough that it tends to be obvious before swallowing.
Library card? Pfft! Amateurs. I have my own librarian. Our 11th anniversary is on St Patrick’s Day.
I probably have a very old library card buried in the back of a dresser drawer somewhere, but I have no idea where.
I hurl in the sink. With my knees and ankles, if I tried to kneel in front of the toilet, I would not make it in time.
I used to have multiple library cards. Then they consolidated the computer system for the local libraries, and I had to choose one. I didn’t realize, when they took both of them from me at the desk to do this, that they were going to throw the other one out! I had been going to keep it as a memento.
If I have to puke at home, I’ll puke in the toilet if I think I can get there: easiest to clean up, and ain’t nobody but me available to do that. If I’m feeling nauseated but don’t know if or when I’ll need to puke, I’ll keep a pot or a bag-lined trashcan handy, in case I can’t make it to the toilet in time.
Although I rarely vomit, I keep an emesis bag in a drawer in my nightstand just in case. Kneeling in front of a (probably) not very recently cleaned toilet is enough to make me vomit even if I’m not sick. Using an emesis bag is much more comfortable as far as body position and general yuckiness.
I don’t judge adults who play with LEGO Constructionary Blocks. I do think building a poll and including a “Smiley-face” at the end of each option is the height of childishness.
Lego is an accurate way to refer to the thing as a whole. Mustard’s “lego bricks” also makes sense to refer to individual bricks. Mustard’s correction is wrong.
I honestly don’t think I have vomited in 40 or 50 years.
I made an effort to learn to spin a basketball on my fingertip at one time. I got ok at it, but I wouldn’t say that I can now do it with confidence. Pity, since I would currently be the only one in the poll with that skill.
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Lucky
If I’m vomiting, (tmi) there’s a good chance I also have diarrhea, so I actually usually throw up into a trash bag as the toilet is designated receptacle for even more vile substances
I never had a library card. When I was younger I would tell my mother what I wanted. She would also grab books she thought I would like. No late fees. One of the perks of having a librarian mom.
I see less overlap than I expected between “Cut a deck of cards in the air with one hand” and “Perform an impressive card trick.”