I’m old enough to remember those places too, although I was a child and usually accompanying my father on those errands. I couldn’t buy a thing, but I enjoyed scribbling on the notepads while Dad filled out his order.
Just a nitpick: you gave your form to the geezer who took your money. Then, he’d
stamp the form as “paid for,” and then you took the stamped form (now a receipt) to another counter, where a man would take it, look at it, and get what you ordered from the back. You’re correct about the plain brown paper bags, though. They were unmarked, but they were unmistakable as coming from the liquor store; there were no others like them. They were what a friend’s parents called “the bag of shame.”
Were you ever in one of Ontario’s infamous “beverage rooms”?
Ours is a newer Bosch. My ideal situation would be for it to die. I’d remove it and use the space for something else. We have plenty of kitchen/pantry storage, but could always use more.
Read this thread and take the pledge. Particularly with what youv’e told us about your individual character in other threads, there is zero upside to you torturing yourself.
Turn off the news, stop reading any political thread here, vote on election day, and otherwise live your life as if politics simply did not exist.
Not New York. Liquor and wine are only sold in liquor or wine stores. Groceries, convenience stores, supermarkets etc. can only sell beer and a tiny amount of low-alcohol wine.
Liquor laws are interesting. I was in a bar in Jamaica talking with a local guy and asked him what age you had to be to drink. He totally didn’t understand the concept. I asked if a ten year old kid could walk in and buy beer. He said of course not, a ten year old kid wouldn’t have the money to do that.
I make my own, with a coule cloves of garlic and whatever sort of hot pepper I can find at the time thrown into the pickling mix.
My rant:
I recently had to spend alomst 3 weeks in Albuquerque, NM, seeing after my sister through 2 ER/hospital stays, intgerrupted by a brief stay in a short-term rehab facility. I’m her POA, as well as the only family member even capable of helping, making sure I knew what was going on, and that she was receiving proper care. No big deal, fortunately I am on temporary layoff from my job, so had the time to make the trip.
Unemployment won’t pay me for that time, as I was out of my normal work search area. Tried to file a claim through Paid Leave Oregon, which I used earlier this year when I had to take two weeks off to care for my mother, but they denied the claim because I filed unemployment. On top of that, PLO sent me a letter stating that not only was my claim denied for the remainder of the year, I owed an overpayment of $2,400 for the period I was claiming. I never received that money. Spent 4 hours on the phone with PLO yesterday to get it all straightened out. And now sitting on 3 weeks with no income, and having to look for another job, because work is still almost nonexistent with my current employer.
This is one of things that I shouldn’t let bother me so much, but drivers who can’t (or just choose not to) follow simple road signs really drive me crazy. Especially in a construction zone.
They are widening the road that our office building is on, and putting a roundabout in at our cross street. They finally finished working on one side of the road a couple weeks ago, so now the new side is open while they start on the other. So basically you have two lanes of traffic trying to navigate half a roundabout. There are No Left Turn signs all over the damn place to keep people from trying to get into or out of the cross street from the wrong direction, but just on a couple of short walk breaks around our parking lot today I have seen half a dozen cars make illegal left turns at the half-roundabout. Grr, fucking selfish (or clueless) assholes
As I mentioned earlier, I haven’t used my dishwasher since I bought my house in 2008. Part of the reason is that when I had replaced my refrigerator a number of years back it projects out of the alcove enough that it prevents the dishwasher door from opening. So I guess unless I need to replace the refrigerator again I’ll never know if my dishwasher still works.
I used to not use a dishwasher. As a younger bachelor I was in tiny cheap apartments that didn’t have one. Later, after I got married and upgraded to nicer places, my then-wife and I lived in better apartments and then a house that had dishwashers. We still didn’t use them ever. I just always washed by hand.
I shouldn’t say that we “never used them”, we just didn’t wash dishes. My ex would use it as a kind of pantry for things like cereal or pasta that you could pull out on the racks.
Now, in my really nice house (my current wife and I bought it new, we are the only people who ever lived here), I am always using the dish washer. Generally I will scrub and rinse off the dishes before running them through the wash. If I put dishes in there with crud on them, it often won’t remove it all, and having ancient baked cheese on a dish in the cupboard is not great. (I do the dishes probably 95% of the time.)
More on the liquor strike. As I mentioned earlier the guy that delivers to my house bears a remarkable resemblance to Jerry Seinfeld’s uncle Leo on Seinfeld, which I coincidentally just happen to be binge-watching. His first delivery was fairly formal, wherein he asked, “are you Wolfpup?” and then “sign here, please”. Now it’s just “HELLO!”, so much like uncle Leo that I can’t help but giggle!
Anyway, maximum quantities have been increased. You can now order up to 6 or 12 bottles at a time depending on the item. I have four more bottles of vodka coming next week and with that, I probably won’t be seeing uncle Leo for quite some time!
I had some good news. I’d been told that I tested positive for Alzheimer’s (as in “You have the plaques NOW, so you already have it!”)
A week later, after I’d told my extended family (my dad died with Alzheimer’s, so there was an assumption I might get it), the woman who told me called back and said “Well, whoops, I guess I looked across the page and read the results of the person after you on the list. So you’re fine!”
In that case, you’re probably fine to let it sit. (I have a Whirlpool that can sit idle for over a week, then go back to washing dishes like nothing happened.) I can understand wanting the cabinet space, especially with that weird skinny cabinet that always seems to end up next to a dishwasher.
The weird thing is that I had breakfast with an old friend the next morning and told him the story. He said “Oh, that’s Dr. Schlobotnik’s study. She was one of my med students thirty years ago, and she’s going to get an earful about this!”
But I never lodged an official complaint. Now, if I could get compensation*…
*“Golly, I immediately quit my job and left my wife and gave away all my possessions and hit the road in a pricey restomodded Citroën 2CV camper…”
Like I said, I absolutely understand the wisdom in it… it just feels like being on the Titanic, watching the evacuation for a while, then going to the bar to demand a Scotch, if that makes sense. If Trump winning fulfills very popular expectations and flushes my life down the toilet, it “feels” wrong to treat it as NBD.
(Briefly back to my original comment, we actually literally have multiple “nuh uh” “uh huh” exchanges on this board on this topic with no end in sight. Sigh.)
Not that I want to attract your ire, but the message is telling you something useful - it is connected to your network (probably just your router) but your router has no internet access. If you have a LAN (ie, your computer is connected to other local computers, phones, random gadgets, you can still access those), so:
Restart the router, and
Use your phone data to find out if there are local outages or if your supplier has any warnings about outages
Turn your rant onto unsolicited tech advice from half way across the globe… no, wait, don’t do that.
