Pretty good bet that’s what the asshole was upset about. Something wrong, or “wrong”, with his earlier order.
I’m not sure if this is a rant but it sure is a first for me. Door dash driver met me at the door with a friendly greeting, then I went inside I found an elaborate advertisement with his smiling mug stapled to my Panera bag, imploring me to use his mortgage brokerage services. It was a standard sized sheet of paper, double-sided with a fair number of paragraphs.
It’s more of a sad commentary on our times, I guess.
Back before Uber/Lyft, I can remember riding in a regular yellow cab someplace and the driver had several ads tacked to the back of the front seat for his other side hustles. Need furniture moving? Call him. Need yard work? Call him? etc. Plus some pix from his eBay storefront.
It simultaneously a real example of recent immigrant hustle. It was also kinda saddening evidence that here in “the land of milk & honey” one low-end job doesn’t make enough money to get along.
The following is not a joke
This afternoon, I took a nap. I had a horrible dream that my niece, Sky was dead. I woke up and had a brief moment of ‘Thank G-d! It was just a dream!’. Then, I woke up completely and remembered.
I used to tell her, often “Hamlet said it to his girlfriend. I say it to you- Doubt that the earth does turn. Doubt that the stars are fire. But, never doubt my love for thee.”
I’m glad you told her. I’m glad she never once doubted that she was loved.
Whatever morons put together Emergency Alert System warnings must never listen to the damn things before broadcast, and whoever wrote the one issued this afternoon in my area apparently didn’t bother to READ it before it went out. A small part of the county I live in is under evacuation order due to flood risk. Between horribly garbled sound and very uninformative text, there are people in my area on Facebook who are freaking out about how the WHOLE county is being told to evacuate!
EAS alerts never have intelligible sound, but this was worse than usual. Shouldn’t we be able to at least produce understandable audio here in 2023? It hasn’t improved at all over my life, and I’m 53. Seems like sound should be better now than it was in the 70s and 80s.
As for the Facebook freak-out cases, good luck reasoning with anyone by pointing them to law enforcement and the county Office of Emergency Services for clearer versions of the info, from official sources. I suppose actually taking a breath and engaging brain does not satisfy the need some have for drama.
This is not good for my blood pressure or digestion.
Dang it, I think I might have a UTI.
I’m not certain because I’ve never had one before. I guess I’ll be calling for a doctor’s appointment on Monday to find out, but meantime, this is being a real pain and I can’t even call it a PITA.
I have had 4 in the past year. Theyre unmistakable. And the most uncomfortable thing ever. Please drink a lot of water.
Cranberry juice helps as well.
And if you hate the taste of cranberry, they make cranberry capsules or tablets that work very well for me. Being female, I am prone to occasional UTIs.
That reminds me of an event a few decades back.
I went to a Domino’s I don’t usually frequent because it was closest on the route home.
It came out with a chick tract tucked into the side of the box.
Never went back to that one again.
Yeah, that would be a deal breaker.
That’s the kind of thing that would get me to ask to speak with the manager. They need to know this kind of thing is going on in their store. Unless it’s the manager’s initiative, in which case I’d have no problem kicking it up to corporate.
You’ll find that completely blocking Facebook improves both.
It’s a PITU.
Also takes away good things like keeping in touch with family.
Apologies if someone always ranted about this, but since it just happened to me…
What’s this nonsense of on-line recipes needing a story to go with them? I don’t care that your great-great-grandma carved her recipe for cornbread into a log that she carried cross-country in a covered wagon. I just want to know how you make the damned cornbread!
At least most of these wastes of time include a “Jump To Recipe” button. If they don’t, I move on to the next link. I want to make dinner, not stroll down a strange memory lane.
Stop it. I don’t care. I’ve got cooking to do. Dammit.
I haven’t run into this with recipes yet (my cooking “journey” (blegh) has really just gotten started), but a counterpart is the Human Interest Angle that plagues sports broadcasts.
Go ahead and mention something inspiring/uplifting about a player’s past, but then STFU and cover the game. We don’t need a sideline reporter blabbing endlessly over the action and a split screen showing the player’s mom/dad/childhood supporter in the stands.
It’s all about getting the best ranking on Google. The more time you spend on the page the better Google considers that recipe to be.
I agree with you FairyChatMom! It bugs me to no end having to scroll down to the recipe and painstakingly copying the recipe, instead of JUST GETTING the recipe! Okay, my rant is over with now.
Going to You Tube to see how cooking or any task is done, is worse. And it has been for a decade: I remember mentioning it to my kids long ago: “If the presenter starts with ‘Hey, how’s everybody today?’, fast forward a minute and see if they’ve gotten to the content you wanted.”
And stop before that minute at the end that starts with: “If this was helpful, be sure to…”