@Spice_Weasel, you are so much nicer than I am. I was going to suggest waiting until the offender is asleep then pouring whatever they’d left in the pitcher directly on their face. Works better if that’s your kid than your spouse though.
Naw. Make 'em drink from the garden hose. For a week.
I spent 92 dollars to UPS to send a package (smaller than a laptop) cross country east coast to California. How the heck did that happen. When I asked they said it was going ground-residential like why was I even asking.
I walked out of a Specialty Hamburger restaurant when I realized I would be paying more for a meal that a sushi dinner. I am just cheap or the world $$ snapped like an earthquake after too much stress.
Have you priced a sushi dinner recently? The price of eating out at every level has gone up like 20% in the last 12 months. Scruffy, modest, nice, snooty doesn’t matter; it’s up 20+ percent.
Some of it is them holding the line on prices too long in the face of incremental inflation and now playing catch-up in a big hurry. Some of it was them running deeply discounted prices to rebuild demand after COVID, and now snapping back. And some of it is the price of labor as the low-end working public is demonstrating with their feet that they are tired of being rampantly exploited.
One year when I went to visit my folks in AZ, we ate at a Red Lobster. My folks ordered the same fish dish, I ordered my usual Cajun Chicken Alfredo. They laughed that I was ordering chicken in a seafood restaurant.
The next day, they had some food poisoning. I didn’t.
Ded Lobster always had a bit of a reputation as a Ptomaine Palace. Although like any large restaurant chain they serve so many meals prepared in so many kitchens by so many people that bad stuff is certain to happen now and again. And the stories are certain to gain widespread traction.
We live on the seacoast and fresh quality fish is, if not taken for granted, at least readily available.
The riskiest thing we ate was a ceviche appetizer made with entirely raw fish plus various vegetables & spices. We both ate that and I suffered not so much as a burp. Her issue was almost certainly within her (supposedly) fully cooked and fairly low-risk (on paper at least) entrée.
I am with you. Woke up at midnight and it’s now 3:45 am, and I have to get up in 2 hours. Can’t sleep, work is stressing me big time.
I hope you get your problem solved on Monday. I have no idea if Monday will be bad or phenomonally bad. It’s HR related, and there’s at least 6 people involved. So far.
I should go to bed and sleep, but laying awake in bed doesn’t help.
There is another health issue I have… but I need to wait until the end of May to talk about it.
I sometimes think food establishments and local regulators are more careful about the raw fish than the cooked these days - if you’re eating cooked fish make sure it’s fully cooked.
Back in 2005 I spent a week in the hospital with a “food borne illness” and it wasn’t fish I ate. Honestly, I don’t remember what it was I ate at that restaurant. Lost 30 pounds in a month and took six to fully recover. Food poisoning is no joke and I hope no one reading this ever gets that sick.
(My spouse with chronic health problems had a touch of the runs but otherwise shrugged his bout off - everyone has different vulnerabilities, and some are more prone to this or that than someone else.)
I am a fast walker - I consistently get asked to slow down when walking in a group.
On a walk yesterday, I got smoked by two women who having a nice chat.
I am over 60, they were 30ish. I apparently am now the old guy that fast walkers have to swerve around.
You know what I hate? Lab Week.
For those who don’t know, it’s a thing medical labs do every year that resembles Spirit Week from high school. People wear wacky costumes, participate in krazy kompetitions, collect tickets for raffle prizes, etc. I work in administration, so I get to help organize. It’s a thorn in my ass at the best of times. Instead of being interrupted a hundred times a day, I get interrupted a thousand times a day, and it’s all this silly shit. Right now, everyone is complaining about the free breakfast they just received. And don’t get me wrong, the breakfast sucked. But I didn’t cook it, I just spent my precious time arranging it (and the pizza, and the subs later this week). I am already overwhelmed by the much more important stuff they pay me to do (all together now: “We’re shorthanded, and way behind.” Someone says that to me every goddamn day). I am bailing out the ocean with a spoon here. Fuck this noise.
Many years ago I picked up breakfast at a fast food joint that rhymes with Durger Ping. An hour later I was extremely ill, vomiting repeatedly. When I was able, I called the place. The person I spoke with asked if I had coffee. Yes, I did. Oh, it’s the creamer. No, I had it black. Oh, then it wasn’t us.
A week later I had breakfast from a different fast food place. Again, I was very sick a short time later.
I ended up eventually going to the ER. It was my gallbladder reacting to a high-fat breakfast.
I used to be a fast walker, with the same issue of constantly being asked to slow down when I was walking with others. When walking by myself on a relatively crowded sidewalk I used to mutter to myself about how someone with two bad knees and at least 50 lbs overweight (meaning myself) had to keep walking around “all these slowpokes”.
Now I don’t walk nearly as fast as I used to. Karma is a bitch.
This isn’t my rant; I’m ranting in sympathy. My DIL’s mother has a Disney Club membership and arranges for family trips and cruises using her discounts. She and DIL are tonto Disney fans.
Their last scheduled cruise was cancelled twice due to covid, then cancelled again due to hurricane Ian. It was all set to go again, with everyone flying to Orlando last week. Right after my son and DIL left the airport, her mother had a “heart event” and had to be taken to the ER. She spent three or four days in the ICU and there was talk of installing stents.
So that’s at least seven people hanging out in a hospital instead of cruising. Dang.
I’ve never had any qualms about raw fish at good sushi bars/restaurants. It’s one of my favourite luxury foods, and competent sushi chefs know what they’re doing. Sadly, my state of relative poverty means that quality sushi or sushi/sashimi omakase dinners (by which I mean around $600 a pop for two) is not a frequent experience!
Sorry to hear that. Life sucks sometimes. On the bright side, if she does need stents, the procedure is a breeze! I’ve had it done. They give you nice drugs and it’s a procedure minor enough to be done on an outpatient basis.
I’ve got no qualms about ceviches around here. Nor even much lesser sushi than you suggest.
I totally draw the line at buying prefab sushi at Wal*Mart. No forking way am I sticking my fork in that stuff.
Damn shame about @Yllaria’s family. IME the drinks package at the hospital sucks, and the service is real slow. OTOH, the chance of seasickness is greatly reduced. And you can more easily get takeout pizza delivered. So there is that. 
They’ve decided that stents aren’t necessary for now. She’s supposed to be discharged today or tomorrow.
There were no family complaints about food. but apparently the chairs in the ER were much more uncomfortable than the chairs in other parts of the hospital.
Yeah, I might even draw the line at any prepared food from Walmart. It’s where I get my 5-packs of Sapporo Ichiban ramen, nothing else! And only because I can’t find the “Original” anywhere else. The only place where I will ever get prepared sushi is at Pusateri’s, the local upscale boutique grocery I’ve mentioned before. But even they have gone downhill. I remember in the early days of establishing their sushi section they had a Japanese chef making stuff to order, with a few pre-made things on display. One time back in the day, I asked for tuna sushi which they didn’t have, and the chef promised to make it for me. As I wandered around the store, the chef found me, and, with an appropriate bow in the Japanese tradition, presented the desired sushi.
I guess my rant is that those days are long gone, even though what I described was probably not much more than twenty years ago. Life increasingly sucketh.
I would be feeling better by now from what was basically a mild cold, but no, every respiratory illness must now be followed by days of asthma that is far worse than the illness that preceded it. It really sucks when you can’t fucking breathe. And it takes the wind right out of your sails; I couldn’t get any writing done yesterday because I was just exhausted from the racking cough, today I’ve mostly been in bed trying to remain as still as possible to not trigger a coughing fit. Not a fan.
Tonto wasn’t Disney. You’re thinking of the Indians from Peter Pan, who do have quite the fanbase.
Sorry for your family’s health (and vacationing) problems.
Another issue the Disney side of our family ran into is that if ONE person tests positive for Covid, the entire cruise group (they had nine, I think) is banned from getting on the boat.