Indeed - an old friend went into anaphylactic shock and rushed to the hospital after talking on a phone that was previously used by someone who had been eating something that had peanuts in it. This would be mid-80’s when awareness wasn’t as prevalent.
That is just astounding. Everything might/could be made in a factory that peanuts were in. I heard (meh, you decide if it’s true), Popeyes chicken is a big no-no for peeps with the allergy.
Or with a spinach allergy.
So my cousin’s husband, with whom I am Facebook friends (though I’m not FB friends with my actual cousin), messages me to tell me my aunt (his MIL) is in hospice, and will I please pass this news on to my mother (whose sister this is) and my sisters. Okay then. This branch of the family is seriously petty and passive-aggressive.
In Spain it is customary to “invite people” for your birthday. As a grown up you bring small pastries, finger foods or pay a round of coffee; as a child you bring candy.
The Newest Nephew’s school has banned candy for birthdays and set a limit on the price of the small gifts that can be brought. TNN brought balloons: way under the limit and every toddler in the class was superhappy.
The first reaction of most people when hearing of the ban is 
, but between allergies, diabetes… as TNN’s mom said “being a child is so much more dangerous today than when we were little!”
Some factories do have a strict allergy safe policy; there’s at least one brand of chocolate round here with a ‘guaranteed no nuts or peanuts’ label on it.
Are you kidding? Why is that?
Popeye!!
I find out tomorrow if I’m going to be a permanent employee at my current work assignment. That’s not the rant. The rant is my anxiety has taken over and I’m going to be a nervous wreck until 10:30 tomorrow morning.
…and there’s nothing new on the nonunion front. Still not growing bone. The stimulator isn’t doing crap. All my tests came back normal.
However, they did release me back to work on a very limited basis . It’s now TPTB’s decision whether they’ll let me try it.
Part of the issue is they have to find me a new position, which means possibly transferring to another location.
Part of it on my end is that I’m still too active for somebody in my position. I told my surgeon that I cannot run a household nor take care of our dogs without galumphing around (hey, at least I’m not walking them). It’s impossible. What do other people in my situation do? We can’t afford to hire back the dog walkers, never mind somebody to run errands and such. Besides, I spent most of the summer and part of the fall on the couch with my leg elevated. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Those of us who can potentially be killed by eating the wrong thing really do tend to read labels more often than the average person. “May contain peanuts” is not there for the average person, it’s there for the person allergic to peanuts who is far more likely to be looking for and reading such warning labels.
That said, yes, some labels are clearly of the CYA variety.
The school my nephews/niece went to contracted with a local bakery, and forbade anyone from bringing in group food from anywhere else. The bakery guaranteed it would be free from a group of common allergens (not gluten, though that was an option). It actually turned into a benefit for the parents – they didn’t have to spend their own time sourcing cupcakes and then take time off work to schlep them to the kids’ school; they just call up or go to the website, schedule the delivery, and pay by credit card and it’s all taken care of.
I agree with everything you said.
Imagine that your bed is a mattress on the floor, and they scurry across your legs at night. Under the blankets.
Depends. Where do you stand on cilantro?
Which side of the ‘salt and sauce’ line did he hail from? That might make a difference.
Either way, I’ve never heard of vinegar on pizza here, unless perhaps it was the deep-fried variety. Which I’ve never had and probably never will.
After months of nagging, I brought my car into the shop on Monday. It was supposed to be done Monday night. Nope. In fact, my mother had to drive down there to find out what was going on, as they weren’t answering their phone.
Tuesday, 5pm: It’s still not done. They can’t decide it’s whether they can’t get the parts period, or if the parts store sent the wrong parts. Either way, still no vehicle. It was too late to get a rental. BUT I was promised to have my car back yesterday by 9am.
Wednesday: Finally got the call it was done at 3pm.
New tie rods, stabilizer bar, exhaust system, and an oil change.
This morning, driving to dialysis, the car started jerking when it would shift. I managed to pull into a parking lot, but I could not go over 30 mph. Call the shop - Can you drive it to us? I’m 10 miles away, can’t go over 30, she’s running SUPER rough, so no.
Get it towed to the shop. Owner asks “What did you do?”
Until it was here in the shop for two days longer than promised, the engine ran FINE. Isn’t it amazing how that happens?
I work at a DV shelter. This woman stopped me in the parking lot as I was entering the building to ask me where local bus stop was. I wasn’t positive so I opened my GPS and attempted to find it… It’s 0.7 miles away and I tell her she might make it if she hurries. She says she’s not going to bother if she won’t make it on time, and insists she has to be there in the next five minutes. I said you’re probably not going to make it.
She explodes, “I hate this fucking place! This place is the worst! I fucking hate white people!”
Does she think if I were black I could bend the fabric of space-time, or what?
Oh, geez, MissTake. That’s so frustrating. I, too, have a rant regarding vehicles and idiots. We purchased a new-to-us car less than three months ago (with the help of Dopers). Yesterday, while at the VA because Mr. H was having a reaction to some meds, a jerk turned out from the curb and ran right into us as we were going by in the street. It’s cosmetic damage, but geez, I’d really started to like this car and this moron doesn’t look before he pulls out and runs into it. We took pics of each others’ information and as I was looking at it later I realized both his license and insurance are expired. I talked to the police office located at the VA and they gave me a collision report to file. I hope it results in the guy getting a ticket(s). I emailed my insurance agent and asked how the heck we’re supposed to proceed.
The asshole didn’t even look. He was laughing and saying it’s a good thing he has complete coverage. Fucker, you better be covered and just not had the current proof in your car. My insurance shouldn’t have to pay, nor should my rates go up if they do. I’m doing everything in my power to be sure you pay, one way or another. Accidents happen, and if he had his license and insurance in order I wouldn’t be so pissed. But it better not all fall on me or my insurance company because he didn’t.
Oh, Shit. Sometimes I am so dense .
I like that.