With a rusty eggbeater. Unbelievable.
Unfortunately calling it “a university in Toronto” understates things quite a bit. The University of Toronto is one of the premiere universities in all of Canada. A quick glance over its Wikipedia page confirms that a number of publications rate it as the #1 Canadian university.
This is an absolute travesty.
So I had a new stereo installed in my car. Hurray. The techs got the CD that had been eaten a year ago out of the old one. Hurray?
WTF am I going to do with that? So, I took it back to the library and the very nice library lady told me that she still had the rest of the book on her cart. No idea why she was keeping it, I replaced the audio book a week after the CD got eaten.
So, now I have a credit on my account for the next time a vehicle eats a CD. I think she cursed me, because on the way home from the library, my new car stereo ate another CD. :smack:
Its OK, the stereo is under warranty, but this means that I have to make time to take my car back to them. Very mini, but a pain in my butt nonetheless.
Yeah, I just have shitty taste in audio books. what can I say?
Are all sports bar personnel stupid? This fucking bar has 20 tvs and they are showing NFL highlights, poker and men’s gymnastics. After I placed my order I asked if she could put ABC on one of the channels so I could catch the second half of the Union game. She says sure, then proceeds to do everything BUT change the channel. I’m now missing the fucking game and it’s almost too late to change the channel now. I’m sorry but I’m the customer and I speak plain English. This also happens half the time I ask for a glass of water. WHAT THE FUCK. Do your JOB.
The same fucking place, BTW, that brought out my salad WITH my prime rib.
Soooo 40 minutes after I asked for the channel to be changed the stupid ass finally changes it---- but the game is over! And of course they forgot to bring out my soup before my main course so now I’m sitting with a meal and a soup one of which is going to get cold. FUCK YOU!!!
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So why did you wait for 40 minutes? After about 5 minutes you should have reminded her, and about every 2 minutes after that. (Bars are often understaffed, so the waitresses are often quite busy, and could easily forget a request like this.)
Same thing with the soup – when she didn’t bring it in a timely manner, you should have reminded her. Soup is usually already simmering in a pot in the kitchen, and can be just dished up and brought almost immediately. And if they brought them together so one gets cold, send it back to be replaced with a hot one.
Businesses can only get away with this because milktoast customers let them.
“milquetoast”. Although I grant you, they do sound similar.
So…unsettling thing this evening…my husband found my underwear in my stepson’s trash. There’s likely an innocuous explanation, right? He saw them lying around, because I am a slob (true - though I don’t exactly sling undergarments around the house) and he scooped them up and shoved them in the trash, right? He doesn’t live with us; he’s visiting.
For how long?
Here for another week, been here two weeks so far.
ETA: He’s 14, if that factors at all.
Why should I have to remind her of anything?
As for the milquetoast crack I don’t need cooks, bartenders spitting in my food.
If there are TVs everywhere you look, you are not in a fine dining establishment. Just sayin.
“‘We will delve into quantum physics’ understanding of disease and alternative medicine to provide a scientific hypothesis of how these modalities may work…’ Ms. Landau-Halpern promised those considering registering for her course, Alternative Health: Practice and Theory.
“That sentence, which has given actual quantum physicists the vapours, is the academic equivalent of reversing the polarity of the neutron flow to stabilize the fluctuations in the temporal rift. It’s the kind of babble that saves fictional spacecraft and kills real babies.”
Unbefuckinglievable. And of course it goes on to describe how the course contains no actual science at all, at all, but does contain quite a lot of already-debunked material and flat-out batshit crazy lies. Major fail, University of Toronto.
Yeah, I’d say Dad should have a chat with him.
And MAYBE with Mom, too, depending on how that goes.
Nepotism at its worst too, apparently.
You are 100% right. I fucking hate the joint, but my wife loves the food there, so as the saying goes, happy wife . . . .
1.) Are you incapable of eating more than one kind of food at a time?
2.) Time to re-set some expectations. You can expect a food-service establishment to:
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[li]provide multiple TVs set to multiple sporting events simultaneously[/li][li]graciously accommodate the subtle nuances involved in the timing of multi-course dinner services[/li][/ul]
Pick one.
I spent a pleasant weekend hanging out with friends…so here are my related mini-rants.
To my friend who was recently involved in a car accident:
I knew from the second you opened your mouth to tell me about the accident that it was your fault. You know it, too. I’ve known you long enough to know that if the accident had been “not your fault” in any way, shape or form you would have been furious. Livid. You would have had steam coming out of your ears while ranting about the carelessness of the idiot that recklessly destroyed your car. The words “almost killed me” would have been liberally used.
But no. You calmly described it as “just one of those things, no one’s fault”. I was willing to let you keep that thought without challenge if it helped you sleep at night. Truth is, you proceeded through a stop sign even though you didn’t have a clear line of sight due to parked van and got T-boned by an SUV that had the right of way.
I’m sympathetic, I know that parked trucks and vans can block the sight line. But it’s still your fault.
And I know you think the sun rises and sets on your friend John but he is an idiot. And when you told him the story of the “accident that was no one’s fault” he said “What do you mean it was no one’s fault. HE hit YOU”. So now this idiot has planted the idea in your head that the accident was “the other guy’s fault” and unleashed your pent-up “the idiot hit me and almost killed me” rage.
Please do not pursue this. It doesn’t matter whose car did the hitting. HE had the right of way, not you. If he had crossed your path 2 seconds earlier YOU would have hit HIM. If you decide to take this to court you will be humiliated and you will lose.
And, to my other friend:
I know you REALLY like this restaurant. I like it, too – it’s my favorite local eatery. But it’s a restaurant, not a religion. You don’t have to spend the entire meal in conversation about how wonderful the food is, how it’s 20 times better than any other restaurant that has ever existed in the course of human history, how the kitchen has never turned out a single molecule of food that wasn’t infused with a universal deliciousness that would make anyone, even someone that hated every ingredient in the recipe, go into multiple orgasms after tasting it. Especially since we’ve eaten there dozens of times.
And I hate mushrooms and I’m not going to love a mushroom stew that comes out of their kitchen and if I did it wouldn’t be a good mushroom stew. It’s not magic.
I like going out to eat with you but I would like for you to not constantly act like I’m committing some sort of sacrilege by not loving the food hard enough. And yes, I went there and didn’t order dessert. I didn’t commit a mass murder or sacrifice a baby so quit acting so appalled. It’s really a small thing and it happened a couple of days ago so quit bringing it up and move on.