While I do not doubt that your father was honest, IME he was an extremely rare bird. I have purchased many used cars for myself and others, in three different west coast states, and to a wo/man, every last one of those suckers were dishonest. There were degrees of dishonesty of course, but each had some. And why do other people come to me to buy their cars? Because this is such a problem they can’t seem to find a way to buy a car without getting screwed, and I’ve done it for so long I’m able to improve the odds in their favor.
Plus, I do it when I’m in a bad mood. Who but dishonest used car dealers deserve a customer in a bad mood?
Much to my surprise I did get a reply from Subway, but it wasn’t an apology. It was a weasel worded explanation of how their commercials are commisioned and made, and concluded with the following:
Our ads are meant to be funny and attention-grabbing and it is never our intention to offend. We deeply regret that our recent advertising has been perceived as such.*
So those jerks weren’t apologizing, they were saying it was my perceptions at fault. I’ll never eat at a Subway again.
Whoever design the blister packaging for my migraine medication, that requires scissors to open each pill (with a helpful dotted line to guide the cut) has clearly never had a migraine!
Yeah, you’re battling against decades of ingrained stereotype here… and a funny one at that. Be glad your dad wasn’t a Scotsman “who wasn’t thrifty, damn it, and I’m never going to North Passaic City Employees Credit Union ever!!!”
But we may have to let ourselves laugh at the stereotypes that our dads were the exception to. In a sense, that makes your dad even more heroic.
I do feel your pain; as a white middle-aged/middle-management/middle-class dad, we’re one of the few groups safe to make fun of.
So they do, over and over again:
“Honey darling, where’s the dead cat?” “It’s in the soap dish, you idiot male animal, you!” “All my testosterone-addled brain can perceive is SOAP in the soap dish…” “That’s right, doofus. There’s a whole cat in every bar of Dead Cat Soap! Why I married someone who doesn’t know that is a mystery. Mother was right. Why I didn’t marry Bradshaw is beyond me…”
Well, they shouldn’t have to apologise at your being offended. You have a right to complain, boycott, and do whatever else against the company that’s legal, but you don’t have a right to an apology just for seeing something you don’t like.
Our society has reached a point where everyone can have their say on a visible platform, something that wasn’t so easy to get in the past, and they have twisted perceptions on what that power gives them the right to do. Demanding apologies after being offended is one of them. “Being offended” is just not liking something. I don’t like visible tattoos, but it would be absurd to expect anyone to apologise to me for having them. Same goes with your dislike of a perpetuated stereotype used for the sake of comedy.
I do however believe that anyone who has a tattoo with a typo (or bad kerning or inappropriate font choice) does owe me an apology. And a bag of circus peanuts.
Ok, I LOLd at your story about your BB. Say, have we ever seen pics of Lucky?
I don’t pull my hear out in the cartoonish “ack!” way, though. I started chewing my nails as a kid, and when I’d thoroughly gnawed them away moved on to my cuticles. When those were destroyed … Well, I guess I needed some form of keratin-based self destruction.
Oddly, my nails and cuticles are perfectly safe now. :dubious:
I do have “bad” credit which is why my folks pushed the issue of me signing up with that credit counseling service. I had 10k+ in credit card debt when The Other Shoe died, and the interest rate was insurmountable. Honestly I may have had to declare bankruptcy by now, otherwise, so the credit service thingie was definitely the lesser of 2 evils IMHO but it did mean I had to close all my credit cards, which is a big no-no for credit ratings.
Anyway, we are going to another showing today for a different rental house … I’ve already been in touch with the landlord, who when she saw my credit “report” (it’s essentially blank, which looks weird to some) and got my brief explanation, just replied with “oh yeah, my husband and I were in the same boat, no student loans too, huh?” so maybe it won’t be such an issue this time. fingers crossed
I have the cutest pair of shorty-shorts, to wear around my home when I feel like being fancy i.e. not just in my undies. Fun watermelon print, breezy lightweight fabric … They’re great.
Were great.
I’ve done laundry at least twice since noticing I haven’t seen them in a while. :dubious:
I see now I have to watch the weather for whatever day I am going out on that day because if you depend on what you saw 2 days ago you will be in for a surprise
It rained today and I had no umbrella because I was going by what I saw friday night:mad:
What the hell is the point of boom cars, anyway? For those blessed with lack of knowledge of these, these are cars equipped with stereo equipment that frequently has a higher dollar value than the actual car, with super-bass. A boom car is one from which all that can be heard is the “thump thump thump” of the bass, plus occasional rattling from the body panels of the afflicted vehicle. For bonus points, it seems that the people with the loudest stereos have the worst taste in alleged music.
I do not get how “music” can possibly sound good at that decibel level. Is the point of these things specifically to annoy the crap out of those in the vicinity?
There was one of these somewhere in our neighborhood who thought it was fun to drive past and set off the car alarm in our truck (as well as other vehicles). I caught him at it, he doesn’t do it anymore.
