Hey, that’s my idea! I was just talking about it a couple days ago! 
I want different color paintballs for different grievances. Cut someone off? Pink! Stop for no reason? Blue! Slowing down to rubberneck? Orange! That way you’d KNOW what kind of moron was in front of you.
I was going to start a Pit thread about this, but since there was no loss of/damage to property I might as well put it here. (Besides, it involves SUV’s, so a thread would just get hijacked.)
Dear Rav4 driver who pulled out in front of me today: FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS UP THE ASS WITH A DANA 44 AXLE. Actually, if I hadn’t seen your worthless self, that’s about what would have happened. I’ve made that same left turn you were trying to make today, and I know damn well that it’s possible to see what’s coming in time to judge whether or not to go for it. In fact, I saw your vehicle come to a stop, then keep right on rolling into my lane. I didn’t know my Jeep could stop that fast from 55 mph; still, thanks in large part to your complete lack of reaction to both my horn and my vehicle’s acutal presence on the road, we missed by inches. I’ve been driving this Jeep for over 11 years, and I almost lost it today to a worthless little fucker who wasn’t paying attention. I do hope you’re intelligent enough to understand what my extended middle finger meant.
No. AC is optional in places like Seattle, WA. We have about a couple weeks of summer annually.
OTOH, in places like the American South, AC is practically a human right.
And since this is the minirant thread: AUGH CREDIT CARD COMPANY ARGH. I have to go through the song and dance of changing my CC AGAIN. Unfortunately this falls right at the beginning of the month AND a giant site overhaul. This means that a) I’m fucked this month and b) the site is all kinds of buggy.
I dislike phones, and I’m going to be calling them again tonight to try to sort it out. This is going to be the third attempt. :rolleyes:
Holy cow, I thought of a similiar idea too, years ago… each driver would get 12 paint balls in a unique colour (to track abuse)…
If the cops saw a car covered in paint balls, they woulod know they had a “person of interest”…
FML
I mini pit Emergency Room family reunions…
A few years ago I had a minor stroke (actually a TIA, still it left me aphasic for a few days and I probably will never ride a bike again (fine balance is shot))
I was lucky and got into an emergency room within an hour. My wife drove me and had to talk to the admissions staff as I couldn’t talk, walk or even have much of a sense of time.
I do remember one thing that made my blood boil.
Fucking family reunion in the emerg. One person was in with a child with a sprained ankle. The parents were there, the grand parents were there, then the uncles and aunts showed up, and then more relatives. There was a huge crowd of non english peaking people, each taking their turn to harange the admissions staff because their concern was not being met first.
They were rude, inconsiderate and pushy (I saw them more or less force a woman with a broken arm to get up and stand so that they could all sit together).
There was at least 8 of them… (besides the patient)
I actually saw the little girl get up and limp over to the toys/play area while the family would get up and harrange the admissions staff everytime someone was admitted. They did not understand triage. (Why he go first!!?? We Here first, She need doctor!"
Hospital security was called to calm them down, which resulted in screaming fits.
By that time, though I had been wheeled off for treatment. My wife told me that they eventually left in a collective huff… (With out being seen by a doctor)
SHEESH!
FML
Over eight years now I’ve been spelling my name “Tracey” for my husband’s family on cards and emails and stuff, and for eight years now, they’ve been spelling my name “Tracy.” Goddammit, that’s not my name! Look how I just signed my email - THERE’S AN ‘E’ IN IT! How many times do you need to see my name before you start spelling it the same way I do? I suspect things are complicated because my husband has a cousin Tracy, but still, use your friggin’ eyes, people. I’ve got to figure out a way to tell them without looking like a huge asshole, even though I feel quite strongly that I shouldn’t have to, since they’ve seen the correct spelling a hundred times. And yes, it is not a big deal in the wider scheme of things, but dammit, it’s my name. Her spelling is not the only correct one.
Oh, i just had an idea - next email I send, I’ll sign it “TracEy.” That oughta do it, eh?
When your birthday rolls around, get a big cake with your name spelled big and correctly. And big. Did I mention big?
I’m wondering if all of us Good Drivers have thought of this independently, because I’ve thought of the same thing. Instead of color coding, mine was a more elaborate message encased in the paintball that said, “Don’t cut people off, you ass wrangling piss stained cunt bucket!”
I can’t tie anything more than a square knot to save my life. So, why is it that the mere act of putting my iPod in my pocket causes there to be knots in the earbud cord that would make an eagle scout envious? I’m talking Midshipmen’s Hitches, Sheepshanks, whatever!
Exactly. Cops would know to watch them, and the rest of us would know to avoid them.
Yeah, you’d need some method to track usage or you’d have problems. I figure that anyone who shoots over some level of paintballs is probably causing some problems.
Well, my original idea some years ago was a blowgun under the car that would shoot slow-leak valves into tires. When they took the tire to get fixed, there would be a little message listing their offense.
Go for it!
I’ve got the reverse of your problem. A common variant of my name is spelled with an “e” that I don’t use. I have been known to return emails with the offending “e” crossed out. Seems to work.
I’m supposed to go to an event next weekend with my husband and his teenage children to celebrate his children’s birthdays. It should take about five hours. Problem: I’m not crazy about one of the kids, and strongly dislike the other. Topics of conversation are sure to include:
How much they hate cats (I have two)
How “gay” my son is
How lame my daughter is
The latest outrageous thing their mother bought them
The latest outrageous thing their mother allowed them to do
Some other incredibly rude topic to be named later
My husband has no influence over them to speak of. They piss me off intensely, but I try to remember they’re just horrid spoiled teenagers and they would probably love it if I was offended enough to go to the mat with them about something. I’ll just have to sit quietly and put all my powers of concentration into not saying anything. Sounds like a fun time!
That’s why I suggested “unique” colours… you get twelve rounds and a dot on your liscene that natches that colour… No body else has the same exact shade (I used to be a paint dye chemist, I could make 50,000 shades of distinguishable yellow/green or what have you).
your idea is very james bond… multiple front loaded guns with multiple messages… probably cost more than the car that carried them… not to mention the accuracy and ability to hit a rapidly rotateing tire…
Give a man a gun and you create an assshole, give a man a paint gun and you create a technicolour asshole…
grin
FML
I can’t work up enough ire to make this its own Pit thread, nor do I think a whole lot of people share my viewpoint, so I’ll just leave it here.
I hate, hate, HATE the fact that traffic reporters use cutesy terms like “smash-up” or “bang-up” to describe traffic accidents. It really bugs the shit out of me. Even before I was in my own accident on the freeway years ago, I understood that an accident is something that, at the very least, will completely fuck up the day of the people who were involved, and could be much worse than that if there are totaled vehicles and/or injuries.
I feel like the use of these terms really serves to minimize what the people involved are going through. I’m not saying we need a moment of silence or anything to recognize the victims. But at the same time, I don’t need news writers to dig deep for creative adjectives to describe an accident. Tell me there’s an accident, tell me where it is, and let’s move on.
What the hell, bank lady? I’ve been a decent customer for years. I turn my music off, I have my deposit slips filled out, and I’m never on my cell. When you (well, the bank. I’m not sure it was you personally) kept my license after I made a withdrawal, I laughed and went back to pick it up. When my deposit got stuck in the drivethrough tube, and I couldn’t get some necessary cash from my check I was attempting to deposit, I maintained good cheer.
But today? You really bothered me. I went to deposit 3 checks. I got in the longest line, so I would have time to fill out my deposit slip and endorse my checks. I had all of that completed, save for actually writing the total of the three checks. I figured, What the hey, they’ve gotta add them up anyway, so no problem. I put my deposit slip and my checks in the tube. Instead of the usual friendly greeting, I get a snotty, “and what would you like me to do with these today, Ms. Tabby?” I said, “I’d like to deposit them,” a bit perturbed inside, but very friendly, despite her tone. “Oh,” she purred, “Did you forget to total this, then?” I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have a calculator with me.” “Oh, I see,” she said, in an extremely patronizing tone, and completed the transaction.
I suck at math. If I did it in my head, they’d likely have to advise me of the CORRECT total afterward. I don’t think I’d be nearly as irked if she’d been at all friendly, or seemed genuinely confused. I don’t understand why she had to get so bitchy over me not doing some math she was going to have to do anyway. I know, it’s Friday, they were very busy. I have sympathy, but not for someone who takes a totally inappropriate-for-customer-service-especially-to-nice-people-like-me tone like that, over practically nothing.
Asimovian, there used to be a Cleveland TV weather person who would announce the possibility of “thunderbangers.” My father would shoot him with his invisible blowgun. Sometimes he’d load it first with invisible curare.
Just say “Well isn’t that special!” in a manner that makes it absolutely clear what you really mean is “suck shit through a straw and die, you malignant waste of genetic material”
Practice in front of a mirror until you have the intonation mastered.
I don’t feel like making a separate topic about this in ATMB, but it’s starting to niggle.
It’s half-past July. The post promising free-to-post was disappeared a few weeks ago. There’s been no mention of anything since.
I wasn’t holding my breath, but it was nice to think there was some chance that this would actually be happening…
I went in to help my SO today at his job, which is as an instructor to art camp students. They’ve got a bunch of volunteers, none of whom wanted to do their job today, and I ended up picking up the slack, often enough being left alone with large groups of children that I wasn’t supposed to be supervising with no prior warning. It got so bad that my SO had to go back to the break room and ask the volunteers why they weren’t in the main room supervising the kids while I was waiting on them to finish picking their asses so I could have lunch. They seemed horribly offended that he had to ask them to do their jobs.
If they pull this shit again while I’m there, I’m not going to be nice about it and I hope I make them cry. It’s not my job to cover for them, and I’m certainly not getting paid to do any of this, nor am I getting any community service credits like they are; I’m just here to help out with a few things here and there.
Not aiming this at you - I hate it when people call vehicle collisions “accidents.” Most collisions are preventable; nothing accidental about human stupidity/incompetence, in my opinion.