A message for people who immediately drop to 15mph below the speed limit when they spot a police car…
Bonus points when they do it in the fast lane.
When I first met my husband, he had two enormous dogs. But he was nice to my cats, and in time he became a cat person.
He was always good in bed. And on the sofa, and on the table, and on the floor …
Consider something other than peroxide:
That is very good advice, thank you and we rarely use peroxide on ourselves. Because he doesn’t know he’s hurt himself, he tends to bleed on his clothes. Peroxide is fantastic at getting blood out of fabric, especially if you get to it fast.
Have you ever bought SureSeal bandages? I used them when I was on dialysis, and now buy them for my mom, who also has tissue paper skin. Obviously, won’t help with the clothes, but when cuts and scrapes don’t want to stop, they’re great.
Really, all those critters and you were on the floor? Boy were you two brave!
Less than 6 months after he moved in with me, one of our cats hopped on the bed and stuck out a paw to play with the bouncing balls. He screamed like a little girl and head butted me in the face as he lunged forward. I told the truth about the black eyes and of course nobody believed me. Doors have been closed ever since.
Thank you for the suggestion, @MissTake. We haven’t tried them yet. Do they tear your mom’s skin when she takes them off? That’s a different issue but also very common.
She has that problem when her skin is really dry. She now holds a warm, wet washcloth on them for a minute to loosen the glue.
PM me if you’d like me to mail you some to try.
Oh, my God, yes. Once our pickup truck broke down in the middle of nowhere when my son and I had a plane to catch. We were sure we’d miss the flight. The highway patrol kindly gave us a ride to the airport, but they couldn’t go the speed limit because people ahead kept slowing down. The patrolmen rolled their eyes and said, “It’s always like this.”
Thank you, that is very kind. PM on the way!
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Now I can book that dream trip to Tahiti.
Especially irksome when the officer is out of his car helping/ ticketing/ busting a driver. What, he’s going to drop what he’s doing and hop in his car to bust your five mph over the speed limit ass?
I heard someone comment once (was it here?) that unless you speed by screaming and dangling a human head out the window, he’s gonna ignore you. Move along!
I’m really irritated with the book I’m reading.
It’s the second in a trilogy. In the first book, a person from a devious high-born family got caught and admitted doing the following to an entire room of government ministers:
- launching terrorist attacks
- attempting to assassinate the Sovereign on their coronation day
- fomenting revolution on a far away outpost in order to steal the Dukedom in control of the area
- attempting to assassinate the Sovereign a second time, which involved
– killing her brother
– destroying a brand new and extremely valuable family asset (a huge spaceship)
– none of which was by accident, it was exactly how the plot would work - and, finally, stealing a ship full of Imperial armed forces to help take control of the aforementioned outpost
And the author is having other characters work VERY hard to get this person free of her legal predicament, namely attempted regicide, treason, murder, along with tanking the crap out of her family’s finances, who literally killed her own brother and co-conspirator because it was convenient, and still failed to achieve her objective. GAH! I don’t want to read anymore about this person, and I fear she will be featured in the last chapter of the last book.
Right after college, I TOLD my friend not to buy a Crown Vic, but he just quoted specs on the engine and safety studies, and didn’t realize what an utter hell highway driving would become for him.
As soon as cars saw him in their rear-view mirrors (even a half-mile back), they’d slow down way below the limit. In all lanes, so he was constantly stuck.
Oh, and I think this was back in the National 55mph Speed Limit days…
I was first in the left turn lane and saw an ahole zooming down the 35 mph street and quickly approaching me. He proceeded to go around me and turn left in front of me. I went nuts and followed him. At the next stop light I got out of my car and stormed up to his black Suburu Impreza with the tinted windows. I made the roll down your window motion and he did. I yelled “what you did back there was very dangerous.” He tried to cover his ass by saying, get this, he didn’t see until he LOOKED UP and there I was, so it was a safety maneuver on his part. I again yelled “what you did was very dangerous” while wagging my finger at him. Stormed back to my car and when the light turned green he roared off (going well over the 30 mph speed limit). Hey jerk face, you might want to keep your eyes on the road and not speed.
Awfully glib, wasn’t he? That sounded like a misbehaving that kid knows he’s done wrong but thinks he can con his parent ( or any other authority figure ) with “logic” he thinks is clever.
“OK, you appeared suddenly because I was dicking around on my smartphone and wasn’t paying attention. But I avoided hitting you, and so you should be greatful”
I was leading a line of cars (5or6) coming down a hill at night and yes, we were all happily speeding. As I passed by a cop lurking I saw his lights come on. So I took my foot of the gas and eventually coasted down to the speed limit. The cars behind me pulled over one by one until he reached me. I pulled over and he stopped behind me.
He was not pleased. “Why didn’t you slow down when you saw my lights?”
“I did, but I wasn’t going to slam on my brakes with a line of cars behind me”, I responded.
He gave me a lecture about “speeding through the neighborhood”.
narrator: “It wasn’t a neighborhood. It was a country road in the middle of nowhere”.
And then he gave me a warning. My daughter snickered the entire time.
It reminds me of the time the Internet decided I was fat (about 20-25 years ago). I was a size 8 at the time, but there were these jeans I liked with a very slim cut, I knew they ran small and I preferred a slightly looser fit.
So I ordered these pants in a size 12, and within a week or so, my mailboxes - both USPS and on-line- were brimming over with plus sized catalogs, and ads for weight loss programs and products, dozens and dozens of them.
It was my first experience with that kind of targeted marketing and it was a pretty insulting one.
Jeebus, do you have a death wish? Road rage is bad enough, but… storming up on foot to a car like that?
You do know people carry guns, yes?
So I wasn’t the only one who thought that was completely insane?