That’s exactly what we did. Went to Carmax for this purpose, just to look at various makes and models.
Until recently my energy levels have not been an issue on a day-to-day basis, so it generally didn’t interfere with scheduling my grocery shopping. The E-Z Rider program has made my life immensely easier, since I don’t drive and using public transit has become more difficult, particular if I have to carry groceries. I have occasionally used InstaCart to get groceries delivered, but I prefer doing my own shopping whenever possible.
I feel the same. I prefer to do my own shopping. I’ve ordered from Walmart a couple times with success.
Where I live there is limited public transportation and I could not imagine lugging groceries on a bus or other similar conveyance. I’ve thought about Uber but that is expensive.
Lets pretend that you are at a 7-11 or a Quick Check or a WaWa or a Sheets.
You’re going to order either a foot-long tuna or chicken salad sub (which will last you all day) .
Question: if you have them add bacon to the sub, will it make you ill / wretch / vomit later? I know that some sandwich toppings just don’t go together so I thought I’d ask.
Why are Lego kits so fucking hard? I was doing one with my son, it says six and up. Six. They expect fucking six year olds to figure this shit out? I, a grown-ass adult, spent easily twenty minutes trying to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong, while my son grew increasingly more distressed (he doesn’t like when things don’t go according to plan.)
Is this level of intricacy strictly necessary? Must this piece be some round whirly piece when a flat old 2x2 will do? Do they have special engineers design these things? Do all of these parts have official names? “Hand me the round whirly piece” isn’t super exact. There are so many more shapes than when I was a child, it’s just chaos.
I also had a completely random memory. The little 2x1s? When I was a child, I called them “its.” A 2x1 is an “it.” Don’t ask me why. My son thought it was hilarious.
Lego has come a long way since the days when they were mostly (or entirely) just “bricks” of different sizes. Some of the largest and most sophisticated kits today are really full-fledged model-building kits aimed at adults or older kids, and these are mostly comprised of specialized pieces and only intended to build a specific model. The Saturn V kit in the link is no longer made but it typifies that sort of kit. My son made one, and the thing is huge – about three feet tall when completed, and the kit contains nearly 2,000 pieces.
I guess they’ve incorporated some of the same ideas in smaller kits for younger children.
Yeah, my husband got me a flower kit last Valentine’s Day, which I have yet to assemble. 800 pieces. I’m sure it’s going to go great.
Tsk, tsk! Bad attitude. You should approach this with creative joy! (Of course, I wouldn’t, but I’m an ornery curmudgeon.)
The actual number of pieces in the Saturn V kit is 1969. Why, those clever Danes! I’m sure their designers tweaked the parts count in order to get that exact number!
Public transit is limited in my area, too. When I was house hunting I made a point of finding a place that was on a bus route that took me to a number of places where I could shop. I also had a rolling cart that, at the time, I could easily carry on and off the bus. Being retired I could, if necessary, make multiple shopping trips. It wasn’t until recently that my body’s warranty expired and getting around became more difficult.
I do use Uber occasionally if it’s my only option but, as you say, that can run into money.
I hear you about the body warranty expiring! I still get by for now but who knows for how long?
Sounds like you found yourself a manageable situation. That is priceless.
I think it could be cool, I’m more approaching it with “when the hell am I gonna make time/space for this?”
I’m already engaged in two creative pursuits, writing a novel and apparently I’m really into cross stitch now. I just bought an embroidery stand which is a sizeable investment. I started doing it as an alternative to doomscrolling. I thought it was going to be a typical ADHD hyperfixation over and done in a few weeks, but it’s not, turns out I love it.
And my wonderful Uncle bought me a game I don’t want to play and keeps asking me about it.
Oh woe, I have so many entertainment options I can’t make time for them all!
I would have loved that situation as a kid. As an adult with too many options it can be overwhelming, and I feel guilty about neglecting activities (especially games) that I don’t have time for. Particularly when they were gifts and I feel like I’m being ungrateful for not partaking in them.
I’m sure they’d be fun, I just don’t have time to do them all.
Definitely a first world problem, but it’s still a problem.
Got dammit! I knocked over a piss jar. By piss jar, I mean a blue Solo cup o’ piss. I was ahem under the influence and playing video games. I didn’t want to break my trance by getting up to pee. Oof, that would be the first and last time I will do something like that!
TMI, dude
TMI indeed! LOL!
If you are going to do this get something with a lid.
And yet you are constantly asking why everyone else is weird.
Consider this an opportunity to exercise your writing talents to conciliate your game-giving benefactor by regaling him with fictitious tales about your thrilling enjoyment of the game that you’ve never even opened! You write fiction, girl, go for it! 
Gifts can be like that sometimes. I was once given a bottle of a very fine, extremely expensive liquor that I’m sure I would have enjoyed but it was not the sort of thing I normally drink. Back then, it was easy to do exchanges even without a receipt, so I exchanged it for several “free” large bottles of Drambuie! 
Back in college, there was a person in my dorm who was considered BMOC because he was on the school paper. At least he was until it came out that he pee’d into bottles and jars in his room.
It came out because he’d have his GF over for days at a time… and he’d make her pour out his pee and wash the bottles in the women’s bathroom which was closer to his room. The other women in there noticed and it spread like wildfire that his new nickname was ‘Piss Boy’.
( How any woman would do that for anyone they were dating is something I will
never understand )
I don’t remember the name of the novel or the movie but one of the minor characters started to do this after winning a lottery? Also, they say long haul truckers have pee bottles so they don’t have to stop their trucks.
Sure it’s creepy and unsanitary, but it’s not unheard of.
Indeed.
It’s a thing for small plane pilots too: Sporty’s Pilot Shop - “urinal” Search Results.