Hide the used one in a zip-lock bag and take the brand new one home with you as free advertising?
I’m calling out all the PIGS on Delta Flight 1809 yesterday from Salt Lake City to Newark. It’s one thing to leave behind a few crumbs, or forget an empty bottle or snack bag.
It’s another to leave stacks of magazines, piles of wrappers and a fucking banana peel on the floor! I wish I had taken video I’ve never seen a plane left so filthy by it’s passengers, aisle after aisle.
Yes there is a cleanup crew whose job is to make sure the seats are clean and the floors vacuumed after the flight. It’s NOT their job to clean up all the shit you carelessly dropped all over the floor like it’s your personal flying garbage dump.
I did notice a lot of families on the plane. That’s no excuse either. Either pick up after your children or teach them to take their crap with them and put it in a trash can (which BTW the attendants walked down the aisle TWICE with a bag to gather trash).
It was so bad I actually apologized for the other passengers to the clean up crew. Disgraceful!
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Went for a walk yesterday. After I got home and sat for a while, my heel decided to tell me that, in no uncertain terms, it had pain.
From the experience of friends and the internet, it seems I may have a case of plantar fasciitis. Which responds well to stretching and working with a tennis ball. And now it’s flared up again.
So tomorrow should be much better. But walking today is not going to be much fun.
What’s up with the crap-ass quality of fabrics in clothing today? Everything I look at in a store or order online is made with thin, flimsy clingy stuff. This goes for t-shirts, blouses, tunics and light sweaters. You can see every stitch in my bra and every mole on my skin. In addition, the stuff pills up super fast. After a couple of months, it feels like there are crumbs all over my clothing. I just had to throw away a polka dot top that was about four months old because I couldn’t stand the feeling of it.
Yes, teela, it’s awful. I wear jeans all the time because at least most of them are made out of real fabric. Same with sweatshirts (when you can find them), except the last one I bought did pill like mad after three wearings.
I also knit so at least I can have real sweaters. However, the softer the yarn the quicker to pill so I guess we can cut the manufacturers some slack on that.
Fun fact: “shoddy” was originally the name of a type of reconstituted fabric made by reprocessing scraps and rags. It’s durability gave rise to the adjective version of the word.
I remember reading a story where a character requested a table “closer to the kitchen than to the music.”
Oh, god. I was once on a transatlantic flight, and the large, slovenly woman across the aisle from me sat down with a large shopping bag of food, magazines and other assorted items. Throughout the flight she just dropped things, including uneaten food and drinks, on the floor, extending into the aisle. The flight attendants had to constantly clean her mess. This was not a child, but a woman in her 30s. I wonder what her home was like.
Quite possibly spotless. The assumption that people are there to clean up after you in public doesn’t necessarily mean that they are pigs at home. Unless of course she has ‘people’ there, also.
I went to pick up my mother’s death certificate today and it has the wrong social security number on it. I had originally given the funeral home the wrong number because all of her benefits were under my dead father’s number but realized my mistake within hours and called them back to correct it. And they still sent in the wrong info. So now I have to wait for a corrected copy which could take 1 - 3 months! Her only asset was her house. No debts, no insurance, nothing else that would require a death certificate. But now I can’t probate her will so I can sell the house. We had planned to have the house emptied in the next few weeks and get it on the market as soon as possible. I just want this done. And it’s my fault for screwing it up in the first place. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I am sick of people acting like the Democratic candidate has already been chosen after 3 states have voted. Excuse me, *one *state has voted, one state has caucused and one state has had a complete clusterfuck. Lest we forget, there are still 47 other states plus the territories plus the Americans living overseas who haven’t had their says yet. Let’s wait for a few more results to come in before we start declaring a victor, k?
We are going to Italy, Firenze, in three days… Oh boy Coronavirus .
I just told a kid that the next time he didn’t feel like doing his homework that he should remember this: if he blows another semester he will never see the inside of another classroom paid for by me, he will be out of my house looking for job Monday through Friday 8-5, and the he’d most likely be walking while doing it.
And I didn’t even yell.
I have a very long fuse, but you can get to the end of it if you work at it.
Apparently she and her family eat out at this U.K. restaurant.
My brother is supposed to go to Italy (not sure where) around March 20[SUP]th[/SUP]. He’s wondering if the trip will still happen.
Despite giving the correct info, when the idiots at the funeral home sent me the death certificates:
Her name was misspelled
Her maiden name was misspelled
My fathers name was misspelled multiple times
Her parents were not who they listed
Wrong DOB
Wrong SS
If she wasn’t already expired, they would have killed her!
I’m sick of people freaking out that “Bernie will socialize the United States”. First off, as you say, the Democratic nominee has not been selected yet. For another, the President cannot do anything at all by himself to socialize the county. And here’s the real kicker: we are already socialized, under both Democratic and Republican administrations.
Huh. Look who just showed up about 6 hours later with a bunch of completed assignments and some B’s on some on-line practice tests.
Apparently you can’t put kids up for adoption after about age 18 or so. Who made that rule?
When you get to four or more discrepancies, that starts to sound like “someone else’s death certificate”…
I feel your pain - especially with the useless sibling post from earlier. My mother passed away in January and since then I have been working mainly alone to deal with her estate and clear her flat. My brother was an extremely infrequent visitor and I felt I had to bully him into fortnightly visits to her in the last few months of her life because she needed help and I couldn’t be there all the time for her.
Since she died, he’s left me to do everything, the only time he turned up at her flat was a) to look for her Will (which I had at my house), b) attend the funeral and have people sympathise over him, c) pick up the bits of furniture he wanted for himself. Apart from that, he’s stayed remote, issued instructions to me about what he wants done, and been noticeably absent when there’s any real work to do.
I have terminated the tenancy on her flat as it is rented from the local council, but I can’t return the keys until I can get rid of the last remaining bit of furniture. With his help, I might be able to move it out and have the council collect it, but he’s nowhere to be seen as usual.