One of my aunts has a habit of replying to posts that would probably be considered “engagement bait” with one word comments. Like some group she’s in will post something like “Does anyone still make pot roast?” and she’ll comment “Yes.” I should probably just hide that stuff from my news feed.
I forgot that she hands the clerk seven Powerball tickets and asks him to check to see if they are winners. Well, she is in luck because her $14 investment engrossed her $4. So she asks the clerk to pick out four more lottery scratch offs because he is “lucky.”
Murder most foul.
There is a gas station on the right-hand side of the street in a small town I drive home through most every day. On the street side there is the sidewalk, a lane to get to the gas pumps on that side, and the pumps. On many days when I come through town there is a box truck parked there, sometimes with the driver in it, sometimes without. I see this truck whether I come through 15 minutes earlier, 15 minutes later, whatever. I can stop at a nearby restaurant, see the truck parked at the pumps when I go in, and 30-40 minutes later the truck is still there blocking the pumps. I’ve never quite figured out how long he stays there but it’s certainly a long time at least some days.
If I or anyone else that has a fuel door on the passenger side and is going that direction wants to get gas at that station, that is the easiest lane to use because it’s a quick right turn into the lot and you pull right into the pump lane. But it’s not usable with the truck parked there. I guess if the station attendants cared they would ask him to stop blocking the lane, but it bothers me.
I work in a building which has about 1000 offices. On my floor alone there are probably 100 individual offices each with a door. Pre-Covid we had excellent subsidized cafeterias, soda and coffee machines, and a bodega just down the hall from me with snacks and sandwiches. All these amenities are shut down right now and I miss them.
For the last month anyone who is fully vaccinated has been allowed to come in to the office but very few have. I’m probably one of a dozen in the whole building who do it regularly and the only one on my floor. I really want enough people to start coming in so they open all the amenities back up but I’ve gotten used to having the entire floor to myself.
Yesterday I was walking down the hall and I saw another person working in his office. My initial gut reaction was to think (but luckily not say), “How dare you! This is my floor! Get out of my building!” I immediately saw the absurdity of this and laughed at myself. Stupid brain.
The pumps at Costco have hoses long enough to reach to either side of a vehicle, I see that, so there really isn’t any problem if someone in front of me uses the pumps on the ‘wrong’ side. Even so, seethe.
The bit about those who seem to feel they have no particular duty to move along with reasonable speed, never mind the long lines behind them – that is wrong, but whadda ya do aboudit?
Ha! I love this. Fairly often, I’ll be on FB and will see a post that I think my best friend would find interesting or funny… and then scroll up to find that she’s actually the one who posted it. On one hand, disappointing because it means I don’t get to share it with her. On the other, I take it as a sign that I know her pretty well.
Anyway, one I thought of today while trying to find arts & crafts projects for the kids I babysit.
Any time we do anything with paint or clay or anything similar, they eventually get the idea to mix up all the colors. It drives me crazy. All three of them, who can’t agree on anything else in their lives, end up with everything they produce the same mushy brownish color.
Why do I care? The point of the activity is to keep them occupied for ten minutes, not to teach them color theory. It’s their art, not mine. And it’s not like anyone’s expecting them to churn out masterpieces. I mean, I have a little more grounds for annoyance when it’s something they ruin for the future (like play-doh), but even then… it’s me who wants to keep my play-doh colors nice, not them. They don’t really care. It’s not like they’re ruining serious art supplies.
Nevertheless, though… grinds. my. gears.
Fishes refers to kinds of finned aquatic creatures. If you caught three bass, two bluegill, and an eel, you caught three fishes. You also caught six fish.
Decades ago, in an art school painting class for aspiring professional artists, everyone came up with that same mushy brownish color. There are tricks to mixing colors.
In an art class I taught, we got to calling that Baby Shit Brown.
This made me laugh. Every once in awhile I have to come into the office on a weekend, just for a few hours. 90% of the time I am alone on my floor, if not the entire building (except for the security guard). It is very peaceful.
Once in a great while I will hear a distant door close or a copier whir, and I immediately think, “WTF are YOU doing here?”.
mmm
This is the root of my hatred of people with umbrellas—they take up too much space. Buy a hat, or a raincoat, or stay home
I worked with a guy who would always end every conversation with “Fair enough.” I thought it was rather comical and even took to impersonating him on occasion, but it drove one of my co-workers absolutely up a wall. “It’s like he always has to have the last word!” she’d complain. “Fair enough” I would say in return as I was closing the door of her office.
This reminds me of a guy I know who, to show he understands what you’ve told him, will reply, “Roger that.” Perfectly harmless, but it always sounds funny to me. This ain’t the army, buddy!
I asked him once whether he had ever served in the military, thinking maybe it was a habit he’d gotten into then. He said no, he just likes the way it sounds.
Liver.
I’ll take yours (provided it’s made properly).
With a nice Chianti?
I had a co-worker who couldn’t get through the day without saying “I don’t disagree” at least a dozen times.
mmm
My experience is the opposite. Morning there are NO service lanes open and the only thing that is are the self-checkouts.
You know how big-box stores often will have displays in the middle of the aisle? I tend to think of those as medians, or as traffic circles (or roundabouts or rotaries or whatever they call them in your region) when they’re situated where two aisles intersect. And therefore I think you should go to the right of them as you’re pushing your shopping cart down the aisle, and go around them counter-clockwise as intersections. And it makes me seethe when when I see other shoppers go the “wrong” way around them.
I hate that, and liked Target because of its “racetrack” aisles, which made it easy to get around. But then I was there last weekend and they had pallets of merchandise in the middle of the wide racetrack aisles, clogging them up. Exactly the sort of thing that I hated at Kmart.