When this happened to me at a busy bar, the bartender noticed, asked the guy to move (then, when he argued, to leave). Then he brought me a little travel-sized bottle of tequila.
I don’t like Twitter and I don’t see that situation changing at any time. My current gripe about Twitter is how so many people are mimicking Trump’s tweeting style off twitter. STOP IT!
http://http://boingboing.net/2017/03/06/a-date-with-doctor-jellyfinger.html
TSA inspections are about to get more invasive. I, for one, look forward to having one of those slack-jawed, fat fuck rent-a-cops sexually assaulting me because that’s what makes this country great.
Who knew that grabbing women by the pussy would become a TSA screening method?
I hate my neighbor with the wind chimes. These are not delicate little wind chimes that go “ting!” every so often. These things are literally 2/3 the length of my arm (and I’m 5’9"). They say “CLUNK” and “BONGGGGG”. The pipes could be used to irrigate a field. ***Macho ***wind chimes.
Amazingly for their size, they make noise at the tiniest breath of air. I can hear them inside my condo, with the windows closed and heavy curtains drawn. It’s doubly awful because we live on a hill without trees, so we get a good deal of wind. When a storm comes in, I have to sleep in the spare room, because the wind chimes sound like a tornado in the pots-n-pans drawer.
I’d talk to the guy instead of fuming, but I literally haven’t seen him since winter proper started. It’s like he went into hibernation.
Two travel-related mini-rants that are more my fault than anyone else:
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Back in December, my husband and I went with a friend to Europe and drove through a bunch of countries. Our first full day and we drove from Frankfurt, Germany via Strasbourg, France to Zurich, Switzerland. It was a great drive except the last hour where we were stuck in Zurich traffic for over an hour and about 2 miles from the hotel.
The GPS was being very fussy and it changed its mind, found the proper route, and wanted me to turn left at the next light. I was in the right lane but in pole position at the current light. Silly me, I sped up at 56kph in a 50 zone. The lights flashed and I just got a notice from the Swiss government of my transgression. I’m out 120CHF (or ~$120 for going 3.7mph over the speed limit). Ouch. -
We are supposed to be in Casablanca right now. My husband got a bad case of pneumonia and ended up at the hospital for a week. Delta Airlines? They were awesome and gave us the full credit for the airfare without even a doctor’s note. Hotels.com? Not so good. We booked and paid for a non-refundable room and that’s our fault. I understand their policy for non-refunding or giving a credit. But they have a rewards program where with 10 stays, you get a free night. Apparently even though we paid for the room, we won’t get the 5 nights on the rewards program since we didn’t “complete them”. FFS.
Daycare changed their method of accepting payments two weeks ago and I CANNOT seem to remember until I walk in the door. Then I get to drive back home and get the checkbook or go online to pay, along with an extra $4 for the “convenience”. It’s not enough to make me find a new daycare, it’s just enough to put me in a pissy mood.
Summer’s humidity can’t get here soon enough. Every time I walk out of my office and my hand brushes the door frame, I get zapped. When I walk down the hall to the printer and touch the corner of the wall, I get zapped. Heck, when I put my key in the lock of the outside door this morning, I drew a spark!
Stoopit dry weather!
You know you can order dollar coins from your bank or credit union.
Two dollar bills too.
Susan B. Anthony is your friend
I feel mopey and want sweet things. We are also out of Nestle Drumsticks, and hubby says I shouldn’t have anymore because I ate 8 of the bloody things in 2 days just recently. He’s probably right, but this is annoying.
When I come upstairs at night, Zen (very fluffy Main Coon cat) demands loving. At this time of year, this produces little blue sparks with each stroke. It doesn’t seem to bother him, though, and they’re not big enough to zap me.
You must be related to my wife. She’ll eat a family sized bag of Lays Sour Cream and Onion potato chips is 24 hours. If i suggest she give some to our 3 y.o. boy she looks annoyed and gives him 1.
And The Vorlon, when the position for Evil Genius opens up I’ll be sure to give you a call!
My poor dogs always touch me with their noses and get zapped on the tender tips of the nose. They wince but it hasn’t stopped them from thinking I’m the best. … which amazes me because you know how they do animal experiments by shocking the subject when it does the wrong thing? Those work for a reason. I always think of that when I accidentally zap my puppers and feel really rotten and apologize.
Virginia has safety inspection requirements for all cars on the road, and my county implements them by making us all buy window stickers every year. I got lazy/procrastinated and didn’t get my new sticker in November when I was supposed to. The local cops used to set up “sticker traps” on the Toll Road and pull you over as you went through the toll booth if your stickers were expired. I haven’t driven on the Toll Road in a while, but I knew they’d eventually get me. It’s all my own fault.
But setting up the “sticker trap” on the back road out of the airport where I work is just… unsportsmanlike. So, yeah, they got me at 5:02pm last night as I was leaving work. Ugh.
On the other hand, this morning when I rolled into the gas station for the safety inspection, the shop guy walked over, pointed at my expired ticket and proclaimed “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you!” like we were bff’s. A little easy banter first thing in the morning lightens my day. So good on him.
I have been working hard trying to get my eating under control and on a schedule with exercise so that I can lose the rest of the weight I’ve been working on. This morning, after front squats with a barbell and overhead press, it was time for sit ups on the GHD machine and I pulled one of my abs. I didn’t even know that was possible! It hurts and it has me in a bad mood and it is going to set back my efforts. Grrr.
Speaking of dogs, my boys picked up a nasty case of giardia a couple of weeks ago. Their vet thinks one must’ve snuffled another dog’s infected poop then passed it to my other dog. THIS IS WHY YOU ALWAYS PICK UP AFTER THEM, BTW.
I feel so bad for them. The med they’re on has thrown them completely for a loop as in “all I wanna do is sleep”. There’s a prescription probiotic, too, plus a limited non-kibble diet which means I’m cooking for them every other day. Even after they’re done with the med there’s no guarantee the giardia’s gone. Our vet said that it’s particularly nasty in that way.
I usually take them on what I call “epic walks” after I’m home from work. They’ll go but we’ll be maybe halfway down the street when the older will look at me with that “Do we HAVE to do this?” expression. They’ll go a bit further, but then we’ll return home. They’ll then both fall asleep just like that snap 
Pick up after them and throw the bag away. A lot of people forget that it’s a two-step process, at least at the park I walk at. They put their dog’s poop in the little plastic bags, then leave the bags lying on the side of the path. :smack:
We’ve got the same issue too. What I think happens is that the intention is there in the “I’ll toss it after my dog runs around” but they forget all about it by the time they’re ready to leave :smack:
I field train retrievers at a ~600 acre flood plain that has been set aside for this purpose (behind Prado dam for those of you in S Cal.). Everything poops here - dog, coyotes, birds, rodents, people some times if they are too far from the outhouses. We just leave the poop where is lays, since those of us who have been there more than one or two times know where the airing areas are. Plus, dog poop and Prado mud are about the same thing when stepped in …
Then we get the newbs who bag up their dogs poop and leave the bags everywhere. There is exactly one place to dump garbage in that 600 acres and none of these folks seem to be willing to drive their little bags of poop out to the dumpster when they leave. So we get to deal with random plastic bags full of poop, that have frequently been driven over and squashed. We’ve put up signs that say Don’t bag your poop, just leave it! and it doesn’t do any good.
Why do people think that leaving a plastic bag in a wildlife area is a good idea?
I work in a building at an international airport and the driveway for one of the economy parking garages runs between our building and our parking lot. It’s stupid, but they don’t seem to be changing it any time soon, so we walk across that driveway every day when coming and going. Today as I went out to lunch, just as I was walking across that driveway I saw a car coming. I slowed down, and so did he. But he didn’t stop so I did, thinking that I could easily walk behind him after he passes. Idjit comes to a stop directly in front of me to read a sign at the garage toll plaza. I glared at him as I pointedly walked around behind his car. If I was younger and nimble, what I should have done was open his back door, crawl across the back seat and out the other door. And leave both doors open just… because.
God dammit, creepy, desperate neighbor, I don’t want to interact with you. Just 'cause I jog past your domicile everyday is not an invitation to ambush me with loud hellos and outstretched hands. It was bad enough when you startle the shit out of me with your car horn; I don’t appreciate that from people I actually know. Take the hint, you imbecile.
To the Human Ecological Disaster in the next stall:
Courtesy Flush!
Also: Have pity on the poor bastard on the other end of your phopne call, and call them back when your disgusting soundtrack of rectal distress has ended.
Thank you.