You think thats tough!
Try getting a decent cup of tea!
Miss Gretchen,
Ok, here is my explanation:
Cream is dispensed from a machine that is regulated to give certain amounts of cream… milk comes out of a carton and you have to rely on the judgement of the person making the coffee. Some places have sugar dispensing units, some do not…
My best advice is speak clearly and slowly, it is hard to hear on the headsets when the weater is bad, you have a radio on, or are on the cell phone or if a siren is going… etc. Maybe the girls are not hearing correctly. Before you drive away, I would check my coffee to see if it is OK, or you could get the milk and sugar on the side.
Here we mark on the lids what is in the cup, and hopefully that IS what is in the cup!!
and I can prove this…I have a training manual and CD ROM training videos that show this is the correct procedure! 
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Geez people (and by people I mean those who think the story is an UL), would it have killed you to just say, “That’s odd. That story sounds kind of like an urban legend I read once. Except the lady’s husband was arrested…”
That would have been fine. But no, everyone had to jump in with talk of “bullshit” (and “bullshit detectors”, no less), “fictional story”, “I don’t buy it”, “if you think your story here is credible”, and my personal favorite, “If you choose to believe this urban legend as fact, well then, it just shows what a gullible idiot you are.”
Settle down people. How about if we re-post this and put at the top, “Hey, I heard this story. What do you think of the denial of this poor woman?” Will the gullibilty police burst through the door and battle our ignorance because we are considering how funny it is for a woman to think that family men don’t masturbate?
Three words: Eat some fiber
I have a hobby. I have the world’s largest collection of seashells. I keep it scattered on beaches all over the world. Maybe you’ve seen some of it.
Okay, here’s my theory. Brace yourselves.
There is no Angkins. Angkins is actually none other than … kellibelli! Yes, that’ right, kellibelli. But why, oh why, you ask, would kellibelli do such a trollacious thing?
Simple. kellibelli concocted this “friend” Angkins because she has come to the realization that she is hopelessly addicted to this message board. It’s all she thinks about day and night; it completely dominates her life, so much so that her nighttime dreams have come to be inhabited by smiley icons. She tried to quit the board once, cold turkey, but found the withdrawal symptoms excruciatingly painful. It was worse than when she tried to give up heroin, and she was back to her old habits in no time.
So what did she do? She decided that if she couldn’t end her addiction through her own will power, she would instead get herself banned from the board. And how to do that?
Easy. Invent a friend, a female friend, with her own username. Have the friend hang around the board just long enough so that she can establish trust yet still come off as the new kitten on the block. Then, one day, have the friend post an almost unbelievable story involving sexual perversion (the better to get everyone’s attention), and wait for people to take the bait. After 100 or so posts to the thread, reel 'em in: either “accidentally” reveal what’s going on, or allow someone to “discover” the truth. Get reported to administration for breaking the rules. Get banned for life. Or, if not banned, at least get sent to the dreaded Coventry for making everyone look like a bunch of gullible saps. End of SDMB life.
Okay, okay, I know what you must be thinking. You’re thinking, “Yes, now that mikan has spelled everything out like this, it makes perfect sense! How could I have been such a dope? And how on earth was mikan so quick to see through the whole elaborate charade?!”
Well, let’s just say I’ve got a way of putting 2 and 2 together. I could be wrong, however.
Ewwwww. does that mean I am married to Paul?
(sorry ange, but he does nothing for me!)
I do however covet her house,her car,her wardrobe, and she has two dogs, one of which is as dear to me as could be. I always wanted a daughter, she has one…and angie has great legs!
OK! I am Angkins!
Now to ditch her husband, my kids, and move my stuff to her house.
But then does she have to be me? Cus I occasionally have sex with her uncle, and, well, thats just sick. Other than that, it works for me.
Just to add some fuel to the fire: this happened to me twice many, many moons ago when I worked at a Fotomat (which, if you don’t know, is one of those drive through photo shops in the middle of a parking lot). Same guy both times. Needless to say I was not impressed either time.
Kelli, you have sex with Angie’s uncle? Gee, you guys must be good friends!
What I tell you three times is true.
The Hunting of the Snark.
Lewis Carroll
and I have had sex with her brother and dated a cousin…what an incestuous chick I’d be if I was Kelli!!!
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Moncton must be a small small town!
-Frankie
“Mother Mercy, can your loins bear fruit forever?/Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?”
-Bad Religion
So true Diane, those of us suckers who believed that an established doper like you would post a rebuttal on it’s merit, rather than calling someone a liar based on something “you think you heard once” really hate to be proven wrong, and must cry out at the audacity of it all.
You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
Just curious, has anyone found a link to the UL that Diane refers to?
I, for one, would really like to see it.
No, Ang. People tried to find it.
Their search was in vain.
