Fuck this guy:
19 years. That’s about all the state allows, but fuck! Well, I guess lots of lady mall-goers dodged a bullet there. Hope the kid recovers.
I think there is a law that telemarketers can’t call before 8:00 am or after 9:00 pm. Not that the butt heads give a shit if they’re calling from outside of the US.
If China were to enter an actual shooting war soon, I suggest they hire my daily shuttle bus driver as a sniper. All they have to do is tell him to consider the enemy soldiers to be potholes. He’ll never miss!
Do NOT worry. My Millennial kids and their friends will easily make up for the ones drinking less beer.
Sam’s club is actually pretty good about checking. I use their mobile app to scan items as I put them in the cart and then pay so I skip the checkout lines completely. The door monitor then scans the QR code on my phone and then does a quick count of my haul. They’ll also scan a package of meat sold by weight to make sure I haven’t scanned a $10 steak and then loaded a $20 one into my cart.
Back before the app was an option she almost always counted to make sure it matched the paper receipt.
Maybe he’s related to the hunting doctor (Spanish).
A very famous doctor
who’d never before hunted
was this one time invited
to a very merry hunt.
…
“There goes a hare!” says
the spotter, “shoot, do not doubt!”
and “boom!” the doctor did shot
to wherever but the spot
so the hare leaped away
with more life than it first haid.
…
“There goes a patient!” says
the spotter, and “boom!”
the doctor did shoot
and in one shot, make a corpse.
Fucking IRS website. In order to create an account with these assholes, you need to provide a cell phone number so they can text you a code. When I did that, it said that it didn’t recognize the number. Typed it in two more times, still got a moron blinking stupidly at me. Then it tells me that I’ll have to request a letter to get the secret squirrel code, which will take at least 10 days to get to me. So my wife tries to call them in order to pay the extra charge we owe them and we’re told “30-60 minute wait time”. Burn in hell, you motherfuckers, and I hope the Musak there is as bad as what you have on your phone service.
The Pennsylvania state website will not recognize a number unless it is put in exactly like they expect it. (xxx) xxx-xxxx works fine, but xxx-xxx-xxxx is not recognized, neither is xxx xxx xxxx or xxxxxxxxxx.
I’ve seen that before; but normal, sane websites will show you the format they want to see. Note the modifiers.
Can’t remember where I was or why. But the online form informed me there was no such address as mine. I swear it’s a place and I actually live here. It’s on a map. They lost a sale. ( I think I was shopping!??)
Unfortunately, sane websites aren’t always the norm. I used to pay a bill online that said to enter my name exactly as it appeared on my credit card. I did, and then it was rejected as not being in the correct format. Nowhere on the page did it say what the correct format was. I sent them an e-mail telling them that if they were going to insist on a particular format, then they needed to let us know what the fucking format was. I never heard back from them and they never changed it.
That’s because they cheaped out and didn’t get an up-to-date address list from the USPS. A while back, due to the 9-1-1 Emergency Services system going fully into effect, a lot of places had to re-work their road names and/or house numbers. My parents, when they lived in Panama City Beach, didn’t move but went through three addresses during their time. Heaven forbid anyone keep anything so trivial as a key system for their business up-to-date.
Then there are the morons who don’t understand simple concepts such as New Mexico, Guam, Puerto Rico, and a couple of other places which are not states still happen to be part of the USA. ISTR a few examples mentioned on this board about the idjits thinking New Mexico is another country.
And, of course, you also have the morons who cannot grasp that AS, DC, FM, GU, MH, MP, PW, PR,VI are all USPS state abbreviations. There are a few online outfits which have exclusive rights for stuff I wanted a few years ago, but I couldn’t order through them because they all cheaped out and didn’t bother to get a database that was updated in the last forty years or so, thus making it impossible for me to enter my valid address because the morons didn’t recognize a USPS state code. That was a big issue because payment wouldn’t process if the address I entered didn’t match what my bank had. Also, WTF? How can they not know that freaking DC is part of the US?
I have an old GPS that I sometimes use in the car. I’m too cheap to upgrade the maps, and it’s never really been a problem, but according to it, I live in the middle of lush farmland where there are neither houses nor roads, kind of like one of the bunny rabbits that one sees around here. Also, due to a recent freeway extension, on the rare occasions when I drive on it, it shows me driving at high speed through a farmer’s field. The Speaking Lady who lives inside the GPS seems to go into a state of shock because she tends to go totally silent during those times. Instead of confidently giving directions she becomes literally speechless. Can’t say that I blame her.
I’m reasonably sure I’ve told the story about Sony apparently not knowing that there are multiple countries whose Postal Codes consist of five digits… ah, here.
Ah yes, don’t get me started on sites that will only accept US centric addresses for credit cards. I’m buying a US located product, shipping it to a US address but my credit card is non-US.
(really? wut? there exists a world outside the USA and it uses credit cards? ridiculous!)
Best of all are the gas pay at the pumps in Maine (hurdur, that large landmass just to the north of us has credit cards and postal codes that aren’t US centric? Who knew?) that require you to enter a zip code to validate said credit card. And despite literally years of pointing this out to the folks inside the stations nothing has changed.
Wait, Canada is a landmass? Not a combover or something?
Flyover, not combover. 
My husband keeps having panic attacks and I don’t know how to help him.
He had another one at 2 a.m. this morning. It woke him up from his sleep and apparently feels a lot like a heart attack. He’s exercising and trying meditation because he doesn’t want to take anything for it, but they keep happening. His doc has let him know that they will probably keep happening for a while until he gets his stress under control, but it still sucks.
I’m also getting pressure from the other moms in this elite soccer team to get my daughter to join. “But you could be making your daughter miss out on opportunities to get into high school soccer! What about college scholarships?! If logistics are the problem, I’ll give her a ride! I’ll feed her dinner for you.” Why the fuck is this so important to you? She hasn’t even reached the double digits. This is not critical. It’s also a fabulous recipe for burnt out kids. Back. Off. I have yet to meet a kid who wound up in a flop house because they didn’t do a league sport as a child.
I really, truly, love my sweet grey cat boy. He his beautiful. It is really fucking sad that I’m allergic to him. I woke up with my right eye swollen up. Tonight, Dusty boy is getting a bath and I’m gonna clean the house so that, hopefully, this current string of allergies will subside. My allergies are not usually this bad. If it doesn’t work, I’m not sure what I am going to do.
Can you get allergy meds from your doctor?