At a distance to me it is a happy sound- but not too close when the cries hurt my ear drums.
Say more when it it almost background noise.
I do not like to walk places in my stocking feet with my pants around my ankles, thank you very much. I am gonna put my shoes and belt on, then make sure everything is there (lots of valuable stuff gets left behind there) then I will wander over and repack my bags, etc at that area.
That’s what is so maddening, I heard the father over there chewing them out, over and over, ‘do NOT yell out about drowning in ‘fun’, unless think you are really in trouble.’…lot of good that did, they KEPT DOING IT anyway.
I don’t understand why you opt to fly with ill-fitting clothes then. If all your valuables were secured before you get to the queue, it’s a quick and easy grab-and-go while you hold up yer pants.
Granted, this comes with experience: pack your wallet, watch, belt, and non-essentials (i.e. everything but your boarding pass and ID) into your luggage ahead of the bottleneck to send through the scanner–recombobulate that stuff later away from the bottleneck. I can dig the immediate shoe-recombobulation, but even with that, everyone else in socks is moving along.
Tripler
I used to have lots of air miles, and then COVID hit.
For me, there’s always tension between my desire to get through security with a minimum level of inconvenience, and my desire to pack as light as possible by wearing my bulky stuff. If I’m going to need boots on this trip, for instance, I’m not wasting half my carryon space on them while I wear my compact, easily packed slip-on shoes.
Some people never seem to learn.
We are not frequent flyers by any means, but after the first experience post 9/11, we learned to tailor our approach to airport security for minimum delay and inconvenience.
In the UK, we have a lot more experience with roundabouts/traffic circles/circuses/gyratories than many non-European countries, but drivers here still make the same mistakes described above. The worst is the “mini-roundabout”.
Imagine two roads of equal importance crossing. Mostly, the local authority will arbitrarily make one straight through and put ‘Give Way’ signs on the other. In the last few years, in an effort to smooth traffic flow, the alternative has been to paint an “island” in the middle of the crossing and put “Give Way” on all four approaches.
For the most part, it works well. When you approach, you give way to any vehicle on your right and have priority over any on your left (reverse left/right if you drive on the right). the dilemma is what happens when four cars all arrive together which happens more often than you might expect.
Between what you and @bob_2 are saying, I can empathize.
About half of my travel involves destinations where I’ll wear jeans and safety-toed boots on the production floor. My boots are comfy to wear day-to-day, but are obnoxiously too big to pack, so I wear them on the plane. Despite protestations from TSA Agents on the Pre-Check line, I always slip them off (takes less than five seconds) and put them through the scanner (they invariably trigger “extra assistance” if I wear them through the scanners). Slipping them back on, untied, takes less than five seconds, and I drag my bag in one hand, boarding pass and ID in the other, to recombobulate myself away from the bottleneck or “off the ‘X’”. I just don’t have enough hands to carry everything, so I’ll slip on the boots and trudge away.
Now I realize I’m starting to argue against my original position, but let me clarify: take the absolute minimum time go get ‘situated,’ and recombobulate somewhere else. We’ve all had almost 20 years to figure this out.
Tripler
Seethe over. Keep it movin’ people.
Oh, I thought of something else.
I rented a house for about four years and I didn’t want to smoke in it. (Yes, I have since quit completely. It was a bad thing.) There was a small porch at the back door and so I would place a chair there to sit in. All was well for about a year, but then the backyard neighbor put in an above-ground pool. I would go out and sit in the chair and almost IMMEDIATELY the neighbor’s daughter would come out to use the pool. She usually brought three or four friends and they all looked to be about 13 or 14 years old. So, I can either go back inside my house or I can be the 60-year-old perv sitting there staring at the kids playing in the pool. The mother would come out every so often and just stand there glaring at me across the backyards, as if thinking, “I know what you’re doing.” Frankly, I’m surprised she didn’t call the police and make some sort o complaint, but I was going to be damned if I was going to give up the use of my back porch.
(The porch was inset next to a brick wall and I really had no choice but to sit facing the back door, the wall, or the pool.)
Here’s one that drives me crazy at the grocery store. People who use their shopping cart as a walker. You know, the ones leaning heavily on the handle as they shuffle along, and I’m trying to get around them but they’re blocking the whole aisle. I understand, they’ve probably got health issues and may not want to use the electric scooter-cart, but jeez just get outta my way!
My neighborhood has become more noisy over the past twenty years.
Neighbors who were quiet old folks have left and young folks who like loud cars and loud music have moved in.
The guy across the street revs his black Mustang for fifteen minutes before leaving in the morning.
There is a traffic light right on the corner, and I hear boom cars stopping there all day and all night. Each individual car isn’t a problem, they are listening to their loud music in their vehicle and moving on, but it’s definitely a “no individual snowflake feels responsible for the avalanche” problem.
And there is some house in the neighborhood that has super loud parties on some weekends, far enough away that the music is carried on the wind and as vibrations, but I can never find out where it is–there’s just a directionless “BwoooOOOOooommmmm BwoooOOOOoooommmm” bass going on somewhere, and it’s a noise that cannot be blocked out by headphones. Last night it was at 2am.
I think I’m just turning into a grumpy old man.
People who look at expiration/best-by dates.
???
Why does this bother you?
I have to use the shopping cart as a walker. Otherwise I couldn’t grocery shop. But I do not lean heavily on the cart, and I do not shuffle, and I NEVER block the aisle from others. The people I see blocking the aisle are able-bodied people facing the shelves with their cart behind them, on the other side of the aisle.
That’s really a hot topic for you, isn’t it?
Because they are doing it in my kitchen
Ahh, well then you don’t sound weird. My wife does that, and I hate it, too. Now, makes sense if if it says SELLBYFEB2014, but a week ago? It’s not like mustard is going to experience a change in quantum state: PERFECTMAY2021/POISONOUSJUN2021
You must love the Geico commercial with the couple who bought a nice house “…but we have Aunts”. One of which is going through their fridge: “Expired. Expired. Expiiired…”
That drives me bonkers, too. I have no good reason to be annoyed, they can do what they want, but for some stupid reason it bothers me.
I actually don’t mind the infirm folks doing it so much, it’s the perfectly healthy ones leaning over on the cart. Geez, stand the hell up, ya slob!
…And then there’s this. And the ones blocking a stretch of the meat or produce because they have their cart with them when there’s plenty of space to park it out of the way and go get your meat or veggies, then bring them back to the cart. (If everybody did things the way I do, the world would be a better place./s)
How can you tell that they’re perfectly healthy?
– I agree that it’s possible to lean on the cart and still stay in one’s lane. But some people can’t move fast for reasons that aren’t visible; and I also haven’t noticed that slow-moving people are more likely to strew themselves and their cart across the aisle than anybody else.
In every grocery store I’ve ever been in, parking the cart “out of the way” of the meat or veggies would mean parking it where it’s blocking something else.
Do you live next to me?
Our neighbor is a retired mechanic. He was telling us very excitedly before he retired about the space he reserved in his friend’s garage to rehab old muscle cars. Apparently those plans fell through and now he rehabs old muscle cars in his driveway. Very loudly. It sounds like a speedway and the smell of exhaust drifts into the house, so I have to keep the windows closed while he’s at it.
My mom keeps encouraging me to complain to the HOA about it, but if if it were more than an annoyance I’d put on my big girl pants and talk to him in person. Also, it’s his property and he’s been an otherwise incredible neighbor to us. If only I could cut the fuel line without anyone noticing…
And then there’s me.
Brother is visiting, takes out some milk, assumes it is fine because it is still in the fridge.
Me: “Noooooooo! DON’T OPEN THE MILK!”
~Max
Get some opaque window film. You can probably get it at your local hardware store. You can also order it on Amazon. Just do the one window that you share with your neighbor. Or just wear you undies, if they look it’s their fault.