I was annoyed about something, but it came up in the middle of something I was working on, which I wanted to finish first. But now I can’t remember what I was annoyed about. So now I’m annoyed that I can’t remember why I was annoyed.
FUCKING FRIDAYS, MAN.
Hey, I used your “percussive maintenance” story to a friend last night and she thought it was hilarious.
So, you go that goin’ for ya.
That’s so funny - I thought it was Corolla Silver. 
I want to replace the stupid little “beep” horn with a huge mofo’ing “AWOOOOGAAAA” horn. Then when people cut my invisible car off, at least I can make them jump in their seats.
Here you go, niblet_head. Anytime you need to perform “percussive maintenance”, go here.
Could have. Could**'ve**.
Should have. Should**'ve**.
Would have. Would**'ve**.
These are called “contractions”. Note, please, that there is NO “of” in any of those constructions. None.
The next idiot that publishes anything, anywhere, on the internet or on hardcopy, that includes the constructions “could of”, “should of” or “would of” will be summarily whipped and then have their computer confiscated.
Oh my god! I just… I … that’s… YAY!!!
:: plants big kiss on** Morgyn’s **cheek ::
Silver, huh? The Bright Platinum paint Chrysler was using in 1997 must be invisible, too – I keep getting hit while sitting at stop signs. I’m on my third rear bumper now.
Your car horn should be replaceable, by the way. You could simply get a louder horn, though I’m pretty sure novelty horns are still sold as well.
The tipping thread in IMHO reminded me of this…
This happened 5+ years ago and I still get angry whenever I think about it, so it does my heart good to vent right now.
One night my mother and I went out for dinner at an Italian restaurant in Boston’s North End. The two of us each had a simple bowl of pasta for our meal and drank only water, so our bill came to $20. I left a $5 tip. As we were leaving, the waiter passed by us and said very snottily, “Five dollars. Fiiiiiiiiive whole dollars.”
I don’t cause scenes in public, so I ignored him and left without incident. But, goddamn it, every time I think about that, I wish to God I had said, “That’s a 25% tip. You don’t like it, you don’t need it,” and snatched the money out of his hand. What an asshole.
Asshole waiter, if you’re reading this, YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE.
Not a one way street, sadly. I’d be less annoyed about it if that were the case. These were both feeding into a major 2 way arterial that I was the lucky person on.
The road I live on is a 50mph zone. The next one over, which covers half my trip to and from work, is a 45mph zone. Both have two lanes in each direction. Both are very clearly marked every 1/2 mile.
So why the fuck do I spend so much time behind ASSHOLES who insistently drive 10-15mph below the speed limit in the left lane? Then get all self-righteous about people passing them or being behind them?
Do you think that fucking 50mph speed limit sign is a practical joke or some form of public art project? Are you just too fucking clueless and self-absorbed to pay attention?
When I become Emperor of the World, it will be perfectly legal to pull these people from their vehicles and beat them with sticks.
Two words:
Flamethrower. Augggghhh!
Four years after you took the class is a bit late to be asking me to change your grade. Especially when I no longer work at that school.
Gee honey, I know you need to go for your 90 minute run every Saturday morning. But did you have to wait until EXACTLY 90 minutes before we need to leave for our own son’s birthday party?? Thankfully we have two cars again, 'cause I’m not going to wait for you to come home, shower, shave, and change clothes before leaving.
Could you maybe run one less lap today? No? Well, thanks for showing me what your priorities are!
In that situation, I’d be tempted to just tell them, “Sure, no problem!” and then don’t have any more contact with them.
Thankfully he wised up, and was only gone for 45 minutes. Phew! I didn’t want to be late for our own child’s birthday party.
Man, neighbor, you got a lotta balls.
I’ve posted about this before. I live in an apartment. I have a neighbor who runs his bathroom vent excessively. Like, for four hours at a time. Or at 2:00AM. I’ve called management three times. Once, I even called the cops.
He is in both violation of his lease and the law.
Today I’m vacumming my bedroom carpet at 12:14PM for… ten minutes?.. when who to my wondering ears should start pounding on my ceiling.
Really.
Really?
:rolleyes:
You called the police over someone running their bathroom fan? Does your apartment building have the special ones that release ball bearings to clink against the blades? Does it vent into your apartment? Geez…
I agree, though, that objecting to a vacuum cleaner at quarter past noon is kind of stupid, too.
blushes furiously
Glad you like it. I keep it on my Bookmarks Toolbar for easy access. Sometimes, there ain’t no substitute.
Of course, if you feel really, REALLY evil, try here.
Mr bagger?
I know the apples are kind of ball shaped, and can be throw like a ball into the bag, but would you please not do that?
Thanks.
Oh, the baggers - yes, apples, bananas, grapes, they’re all fruit. When you put hard apples in with soft bananas, though, I get bruised bananas every damned time. Don’t get your nose out of joint when I re-bag after you’re done; you’ve been doing this for two years. I’ve been doing it for 25 years; I know how I like my groceries bagged.