“Con” means “with”, in Spanish. I can’t remember what “without” is, but it ain’t “con”.
Beans, beans, add some beans!
I want beans in everythings!
Seriously, meat alone’s above my means!
Exactly. I Googled it: sin.
Erm, yeah, that’s what I meant …
Yes, I did mean “stay in the black”, lol. And we are minor-league. I couldn’t get an rinkside seat at an NHL game for the price of my season ticket!
And you’re correct - I don’t mind as much if they wait until at least after the start of the second period. There are six seats on my row. The two on one side of me nearest where the players enter belong to the team doctor and he does NOT like anyone sitting there without prior permission. He always gives permission when I ask, he just wants to know who is in his seats and lets me know if someone will be there. The three seats on the other side of me belong to the couple with the little girl, and they are almost always late. It’s a distraction during the game to have to run someone out of their seats when they get there.
The row behind me is fully booked and always full; no problems there. The row behind that doesn’t have season ticket holders but is usually full. When it’s not those are the seats that are the problem, generally kids who come down to get away from the parents and take the opportuinity to use the worst language they can think of. I go to a lot of trouble to control my potty mouth around the 3 kids in our section - the parents don’t want some jerks coming in and undoing all of my good work.
I’m not really an unreasonable bitch, just a bitch. We’ve worked for years to get our nice happy little group that can be kid friendly and still have a good time. We’ve recruited people from all over the arena to buy their season tickets in our section!
I was driving in a residential area of one of the wealthy beachside neighborhoods in San Diego the other day, and the person in the car in front of me happened to notice that the car coming the other way was being driven by someone that she knew.
She honked, and the two cars proceeded to stop in the middle of the road so the drivers could chat, window to window. There was no way to get around either of them, so i just leaned on the horn for the duration of their conversation. When they eventually decided to move their selfish asses along, both of them looked at me as if i were somehow being unreasonable.
Stupid fucking douchebags.
Lucha de comida sobre los frijoles!!
Preach it sister! My daily driver is a chevy cavalier. Its a small car, I can see adults behind me, but I can’t see kids. I hates parents who let their kids run around in the parking lot.
It seems that 2011 brought out new special snowflakes. At work, we have all of the original recordings from before when the state bacame a state. People like to look at the books for info on water and right of way stuff. They also use the books to look up their families.
I am not a title searcher. My job is to make the books available to the public, but I’m not supposed to do their work for them. I could get in a lot of trouble if I told someone the wrong thing.
I’m getting many demanding calls from people too busy to look at the books themselves. When I tell them that I can’t do that, they get all upset, tell me that its bad customer service and want my boss’s phone number. These phone calls don’t come from people out of state who want to find out where Aunt Mary was buried, they are coming from title searchers and real estate agencies…in other words, the people who should know how it works.
Stalkers,people who dont put their turning signals on,narrow-minded ppl and autocorrect.
Er, let’s see … “Wrestler of food, those beans aren’t drunk”?
[John Cougar]
Oh yeah, farts go on
Long after the thrill of chili is gone…
[/JC]
Ooh, I’m not done bitching. I also hate people who put their rollerbag in the overhead horizontally! Yes, it takes me three seconds to fix it so I can put my bag in, but why am I correcting your mistake? I hate everything about traveling, actually, but that one makes me see red more than people who can’t figure out self check-in machines.
I hate the people who show up with a steamer trunk and try to pass it off as a “carry on”.
Hee hee! Mister RikEr, let’s see … “Wrestler of food, those beans aren’t drunk”?
Best translation fun since I once claimed to be pregnant instead of embarrassed.
My pet peeve is really small 'cause a lot of the good ones are taken. My stupid damned microwave beep. Couldn’t sound even slightly pleasant? You must repeat the reminder beep for hours?
I’m a damned grownup-- if I forget something in there, it’s my own blasted fault. Didja ever think I want it in there for a while?
Girlfriend, I have had to make six trips in the past five weeks, and I have two more to go before the new year, and I have apparently become oversensitized to douchebag travel behavior, because this pisses. me. off. What, do these people not understand that other people are traveling on the same plane as they are? Hey, douchebag, that overhead compartment isn’t your personal storage unit.
Don’t EVEN get me started on people who shove their coat and purse up there, and then get pissy when they are asked to remove it because the goddamn flight is full and they need to stick their coat and purse under the seat in front of them.
THIS! Right up there with the people who park carts directly in the middle of the aisle in the grocery store. “Mother may I get by you while you slack-jawedly ogle the Rice-a-roni?”
All I want for Christmas are some motherfucking LINES paintd on the roads and the parking lots. And death to tailgaters, I’m so tired of shitheads.
Yes! Also, those who block the moving walkway (stand on the right, and leave a hole on the left, people!), and people who ignore the boarding order the desk person gives (“Now zones one and two only!”), to make sure they get on the plane as soon as possible. It slows things down considerably, and I’m not sure what the benefit is–probably to make sure to get space in the overhead, 'cause we ain’t leaving till everyone gets on board, and we’ll all be on sooner if we follow the direction. I love when the gate guy sends some jack-off out of the line because he ignored the instructions, but it almost never happens. Also, people who ignore the unwritten rule that we leave the plane in order of the rows, pushing past people so that they can be out of the plan 30 seconds sooner than they otherwise would have. Exceptions, of course, when the attendant announces there’s folks trying to make a connection.
Oh! And the coffee at the KC airport once you’re past security (it should be illegal to serve it, it’s so awful).
Or when they decide that their stuff can go in front of YOUR seat :mad: We get the 2 seats that have the space next to them so I can stretch my legs a bit to the side because I can’t get up and walk the aisles to prevent blood clots because the damned service personnel take my damned crutches away and store them in a bin somewhere because apparently folded crutches in a bag are a hazard under the seat in front of me while a purse isn’t :dubious::rolleyes: And then I have to ask if I need to get up and gimp to the microscopic toilet cubical. If it isn’t bad enough to get freaking stared at for being moved around in a wheelchair like a damned piece of luggage. I really like getting parked somewhere facing a damned blank bit of wall in a back corridor while being shoved around like luggage. [Iceland Airport actually treated me like a human being instead of luggage. ]
Or if you escalate from a polite clearing of the throat up to a pointed Excuse ME they bitch you out for yelling at them.
Travel agents or other ticket sources that can’t seem to allow adequate movement time between gates to actually make a connection without re-enacting the OJ Simpson commercial.
My main bitch about airports is the damned TSA bullshit. The final icing on the damned cake is subjecting people to even more damned radiation because of the stupid machines. Not just that they are peeping tom level images, but they are freaking unneccesary. Back in the ancient late 80s I used to badge into nuke plants to work through an explosiometer that would alarm on too much perfume [alcohol is an explosive they were set to monitor.] You could run people through a metal detector and one of those and avoid the whole irradiation bullshit, at a hell of a decreased cost.
And with reports of how much crap actually makes it THROUGH the damned inspection points both on purpose and by accident, I have to wonder why we have them in the first damned place. Just issue everybody a taser, lock them in the cabin and let god sort out any hijackers.
what if if happens outside of facebook?
From jz77817
I’m with you there, jz77817! The only way to back out of a parking space too often requires gritting your teeth, easing backwards slowly, and praying that nobody hits the rear of your car because you can’t see a f–king thing with those monsters parking each side of you!! If I can pull forward, that’s how I’m going to do it.