And yet they’ve never built a paperclip into a swiss army knife that I am aware of…
Maybe you should tell your mom that the party has been moved to next Sunday. 
Dear people I don’t know,
I knew living in a house on an intersection would be a bit noisy, but what the hell? Why is this place so popular with all of you?
Yes, it’s a nice neighborhood and some of the houses have pretty flowerbeds, but why do you need to stop your unmufflered car and idle for ten minutes? If you really need to look around, park the damn car. Whoever the hell you are at around 1 a.m. every night, if your car stalls out repeatedly every time you stop, it’s time for a new car. If you’re deliberately revving the engine for several minutes before moving along to be cool, you’re a dick.
Walking around at 11 p.m. is fine but do you really need to have conversations from what I assume is different sides of the street?
Stay offa my grass, etc. ect.
I pit people who don’t train their cats that hands and fingers are not toys. I was petting the cat I’m house-sitting, and now I have scratches up my arm. The reason I’m watching the cat? The wife is at the hospital giving birth. Good luck kiddo.
I am going to find that copy of One Nil soon. I hate when I misplace good stuff.
My daughter and I are both home sick with high fevers. Her ibuprofen has kicked in; mine has not. I wish it would - she’s running circles around me and I’m dizzy and my face feels like it’s on fire. And the chills have started. My husband can’t stay home today, either, so it’s just the two of us while her brother is at camp. Dammit. I feel like shit. At least she seems to be happy.
Ok, pharmacy. I tried to use your phone refill service. On both the scripts I tried to refill, I was told it was too soon to refill the meds. They were originally filled one month ago to the day. I am in Tennessee and will have to have these meds mailed to me. I will end up not having meds for a couple of days already. Just fill the fucking things already, m’kay? I left a message on your refill service as I was told to when I called and had the nerve to actually try to speak to an actual person. I will wait until 3, then I’m calling back.
What do others do when they are going on vacation and need a drug refill?
First the good news: Went hiking on Saturday, and must have eaten 20 bucks worth of wild raspberries.
Then, the rant: Goddamn poison ivy.
I pit myself. Use sunscreen! I rode my bike for about 3 hours on Saturday, which was a cloudless day. That, plus standing around watching my nephew’s soccer game has given some awful sunburn on my shoulders and upper arms. I should’ve worn a t-shirt and risked the farmer’s tan.
Had a nice birthday weekend that was marred by one fucking bad incident:
I met Mr. Shoe on his lunch break. I wanted a snack, and he had a fifty dollar bill he wanted to break. So we stopped at a Popeye’s, he paid with the fifty, they gave change back as if it was a twenty. When he pointed out the error, they basically told him to fuck off. He had to get back to work, so once he’d clocked back in, I returned, and asked firmly but politely if they would recity the situation.
They promptly called the cops on me! :eek: (Or, at least, pantomimed doing so.) Flat-out refused to give me the phone number or email address of whoever owns that particular location. Just shrugged, said “Dunno.” The guy who’d taken the money actually HID behind a column! Mind you, I was keeping a level tone, no profanity, nothing.
Fucking scammers. I immediately called their toll-free corporate number - still waiting on the “cops” mind you - and told them what had happened. I had BETTER hear back from them and they had BETTER refund me my thirty dollars.
DFW Dopers, PM me if you want the location, or let me know if it’s not against SDMB rules and I’ll come back and post it here. Fuckers.
To the construction workers next door. Listen assholes, if you don’t stop throwing food into my yard I’m going to start throwing the dog shit that it creates into yours (yes I know, not their yard but it’s unoccupied and they’re tearing it down)
I’ve asked your boss politely, I’ve asked YOU politely. Polite is about to stop.
If this had happened to me, and the manager wouldn’t pull the drawer and re-count it then and there, I’d call the cops myself. If this happened a few days ago…I’m not sure you’re going to get satisfaction.
Good luck!
SCL, they should be able to transfer your scrips to a local pharmacy, so you could pick them up instead of having them mailed. That should save you a few days.
Of course, then you have to get them transferred back when you go back home, but hey.
I just give up.
Mom is here again. Painting. However, the magic brush she used Saturday was tossed out, so she’s using a larger one. Now my windows are being painted. And it’s my fault, because I threw out the magic brush.
TheKid is also painting. The floor. The wall. The cupboards. Too bad it’s only supposed to be the woodwork.
Mom has been doing a lot of “Oh, I’ll get rid of that for you”. Which is nice… if it was for things I wanted to get rid of. She brought over a freaking new toilet seat, installed it herself (as I cannot do it, I guess), then offered to dispose of the lid cover. Why? “I hate those things!” Good thing it’s my freaking toilet, then, isn’t it?
What this box of crap in the breezeway? Glassware that I have no place for inside. I’ll just dump it for you. No, let me explain further. It’s atomicware that I bought for a steal off EBay that will go in my kitchen once the corner cupboard is finished, so no. Leave it alone. Well, you’re never going to finish it, so it’s a waste to keep this crap. LEAVE IT ALONE.
TheKid asked me what I wanted her to do while I was at work today. I gave her a list. Was any of it done? Thanks for the help. But I forrrgggooottt. And you know if I had left a written list I would have been bitched at for not trusting her to do stuff.
Calgon.
Actually, the manager did so, when we first said this, and claimed the drawer rang up right and that there was no fifty dollar bill at all in their possession. However, afterwards it occurred to me that this would be an easy scam for the cashier to run: just keep a twenty in your pocket. Anytime someone pays with a larger bill than that, ring it up as if they paid with a twenty, and use your hidden bill to “pay” for the purchase while pocketing the fifty/hundred. Thus, the register would add up properly and the manager wouldn’t have to be in on it.
They way these two acted, though, I think the manager IS in on it. They friggin’ immediately called the cops on ME!!! This is in a nice-ish area, I’m a small white girl, I wasn’t threatening them or anything, no waving my arms and swearing, nothing. I’m fairly certain they simply wanted to scare me off. At that point, I knew I was getting nowhere with those two and would have to demand satisfaction from higher up the corporate chain.
So .. is it against the rules for me to post the location, or not? I want full revenge on these assholes, and there’s a Church’s and a KFC on the same block, so it’s not like that area is hurting for fried chicken chains. Plus, I don’t want anyone else getting scammed. 
I was sympathetic until I heard that there was a Church’s on the same block. Now I wonder why you were in Popeye’s in the first place???
Kidding, I really am sympathetic. That sucks. What’s it like to be a small white girl?
Not at all like it would be if she was a large black man. I mean, then the bad treatment would have at least made sense.
Completely unrelated:
God damn, I hate ideological idiots. Caring more about the process than the results is abhorrent.
I think her point was that she wasn’t threatening so why call the cops. Not only was she not acting threateningly she’s physically not threatening looking.
While white was unnecessary small was reasonable in that context.
Yeah, that was what I was trying to get at. Didn’t really mean it as a racist slur so much as pointing out that I’m the exact opposite of a stereotypical threat. And I was there, Sicks Ate because I just wanted a small snack, and didn’t even want any chicken. But I lovelovelove their red beans and rice, which Church’s does not have.
I had a vegetarian meal (assuming there’s no lard in the beans, which there probably is).
Until I’m told whether or not I can snitch their location, I want to bitch here about a weird spot on my thumb that bubbled up full of watery pus overnight. I keep lancing it, squeezing out the liquid, etc. and it just keeps bubbling back up. WTF? Go away, weird thingy on my thumb.