In my area you get charged for bags. (It’s the law, not a store policy.) So, if I didn’t want them bagged that’s a pretty good reason to gripe. Especially if they double-bagged for no reason.
The bags used around here are pretty sturdy though, all the stores I shop at now use thick plastic bags. I think that’s to mollify the gripes about the charge, and also so they could feasibly be reused.
The price is pretty small, I think it’s 10 cents a bag, and it might mean 60 cents for a $150 grocery run, so I don’t care, personally.
What really annoys me is that they will do this with the cheap store plastic bags, but it’s like pulling teeth to get them to use all of the reusable bags that I bring with me. I will usually have about half a dozen bags for my weekly shopping, and they will try to jam everything into three or four. Sometimes I will grab the empty bags and just stand there blocking the lane while I redistribute my groceries so I don’t have to try to lift a forty pound bag into the cart. Serves 'em right for not doing it right the first time.
I re installed the great Full Throttle. I set up DOSBox. I get to a certain point, the screen fills with code and error messages and the game crashes. Now, when I click play, nothing happens.
So I intsalled a Leisure Suit Larry game. It won’t run
I tried installing Daria’s Inferno. I run Setup. It locks up.
Before anybody suggests buying games on Steam or somesuch, I already legally own copies of these games. I refuse to pay for them again.
I tried to install HellCab (again. I have a legal, physical CD copy I bought at GoodWill). It will only run under an outdated version of Windows. I might maybe be able to create a partition and install a copy of Win 95. But even if I could, there would be too much aggravation involved.
I’m running Windows 10. HellCab runs I think under 95/98. ETA Some of these games, I bought at GoodWill or yard sales years after they came out. I’ve never run them. Long story.
In good news, I just installed Dracula The Last Sanctuary and it seems to run fine. I don’t even need DOSBox!
I’ve learned that using my cruise control and driving the speed limit has raised my gas mileage by over 25%. Yes, saving gas is good for the environment as well as our bank account, but driving the speed limit really sucks.
Motherfucking kidney stone ! No sleep since 4 a.m., sheer agony AND I have to go to work, because there is literally no one available to cover for me and I am at least semi-mobile. I intend to just babysit, doing as little as humanly possible - but man does this situation bite.
At least it is the first one in a few years. Reminds me how much I have NOT missed them.
Years ago: One my library’s Time Life Science Books - Mathematics, had (partial of course) decimal representation for Pi running across the bottom of one page. So someone HAD to write that it was wrong, because Pi was actually 22/7. Then someone wrote another note pointing out that 22/7 is an approximation. Then someone wrote another note that people should stop writing in books…
Thinking back, it was like reading some of the topics on the Straight Dope boards.
The self-scan system gave me a new appreciation for cashiers’ jobs.
I really shouldn’t be so impatient, but I feel the same way at the can/bottle return machine. Is it really that hard to have the next return in hand, ready to insert, as soon as the machine finishes digesting the previous one? I guess that it is - people typically wait until the machine burps that it is ready for the next container before they even begin to fish around for it. (Usually the people who have a year’s worth of containers to return.)
I used to have the opposite problem. I think the cashiers had been scolded for wasting bags, so the they would put a bunch of really heavy stuff into a single bag, one that often had a cut or tear in it. And I would stand and the end of the belt at pick up each bag and double it (there was a DYI bag rack at the end of the belt) before putting it back in the cart. It was really annoying.
Septa for short. Septa is what happens when incompetence meets corruption. This past Friday, I won Septa bingo. There was a jerk playing music really loud on a speaker instead of using headphones. There was a junkie shooting up with a syringe. There was another junkie in the same quartet with a crack pipe. Then, in the station at 8th and Market, I saw human feces. I checked off my “Free Space” and began to loudly shout “Bingo! Bingo!”. Gritty came, verified my bingo and gave me really big soft pretzel!
The fine folks at food stamps decided to give me a large COVID bonus payment. They just neglected to tell me (or anyone) about it. I saw the extra funds, and was convinced it was an accidental overpayment. There is no easy way to talk to a human at the food stamp office. There IS a number on the back of the card. Calling it only gets you a computer. If you put in your information, the computer will tell you your balance. That’s no help in this case. It wasn’t until I spoke with somebody at the day program for the mentally divergent I belong to that I heard ‘Everybody got that. It is a COVID bonus. Just spend it.’
Numero Two-o
Fox aired an Ice Age Easter special. This can only be explained by the quest for more money. The characters in Ice Age lived and died many centuries before the birth of Christ. I objected to the Ice Age Christmas special for the same reason.
He has food. It isn’t the food he wants, but he has food. It’s kibble instead of canned, but it’s the same food. He’s had the kibble before. Frequently. I know that if I put canned down, he’ll take about 3 bites, walk away, and start screaming at me again.
For a cat who weighs about 6 pounds these days, he has a LOT of volume. And he’ll squall for half-an-hour at a time.
! No sleep since 4 a.m., sheer agony AND I have to go to work, because there is literally no one available to cover for me and I am at least semi-mobile. I intend to just babysit, doing as little as humanly possible - but man does this situation bite.