I’m glad I’m no longer subject to stupid Peace Corps bureaucracy.
In other news, it is too cold for human existence in stupid Michigan. I may spend the rest of winter in this cafe. Except I guess I have to go feed my cat.
Hey there, door-to-door salesperson who probably stole my “No Solicitors” sign, let me tell you why you didn’t make a sale at my house:
1- I don’t ever buy anything from someone who comes to my door uninvited. That’s why I have the sign on the door. Saves me time, saves you time.
2- You came to my house after dark. What the hell? Are most people comfortable opening their doors to strangers after dark?
3- It’s freakin’ cold out there and I didn’t want to hold the door open and let the heat escape.
4- When you rang the bell, it freaked out my cats.
5- I told you I was not interested, and you asked me why. It’s none of your damn business. There’s only one person being rude in this scenario, and it’s you.
6- You were selling newspaper subscriptions. Now, you may not know this, but we get our news on the internet nowadays. We read the news we want and don’t have to bundle up piles of smeary newspapers every couple months and trundle them off to the recycling place.
7- I don’t want newspapers because I don’t have a birdcage to line or fish-and-chips that need wrapping.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I was not interested in your offer. Please remember that you stole my sign next time you go to your church and try to show your friends and family how pious you are, bitch.
You are a frigging idiot. I like to give the benefit of the doubt, and when you first contacted me I was single, and so I wanted to give you a break when you were acting all disappointed that I might be taken when I later told you such. I ignored the stupid comments sprinkled about our conversations, because I wanted to give you a chance since you seemed interesting enough to befriend.
But no, you really are that stupid. Asking me to describe my girlfriend and then signing out -or blocking me, whichever- when I laughed at you and pointed out that it didn’t matter what she looked like? Good luck finding an actual date, you’ll need it. Sleaze. People like you are why I made an e-mail address specifically to weed out the losers I knew I’d meet on dating sites. Seems like it works just as well when I change my profile to say I’m not interested in a date anymore.
I know this has been said before, which is why I’m tucking it in here and not starting a thread about it, but I am completely done with those people who think that the fact that their children (or they themselves as kids, but I’m mostly concerned with the parents) will eat a wide variety of foods beyond what is typically considered “kids’ fare” makes them somehow superior to those of us who have tried our best and still have kids who have very limited palates. Alice_in_wonderland has a simple question about having a kids’ table at her wedding and of course there have to be several hijacks from people who think that a kids menu is not just unnecessary but somehow unreasonable because kids really do love prime rib if offered the (40/head) opportunity to eat it.
Sometimes, despite a person’s best efforts (including the non-effort of not having a battle at the dinner table), that person ends up with a child who would eat spaghetti or pizza every single day of his life if left to his own devices. Yes, I am talking about me and no, that does not make me inferior to you.
Stupid landlord wants me to move out so his son can live here instead.
Right smack dab in a worldwide economic crisis. Gee, thanks, that’s really thoughtful of you.
You wanker! :mad:
Frozen pipes.
Ask him to adopt you, then move in with your new brother. If your parents are still around, I’m sure they’d understand.
This is why I enjoy having a large, protective half-German Shepherd. Oh you want to solicit/proselytize at my house? You have to get by the large barking dog first. And no, I’m not holding on to her collar very tightly. Start running.
She’s the next best thing to having your personal Master Wang-Ka for keeping the missionaries away.
Oooh, in what subject?
You’re not actually signing your life away in blood. If something huge comes up, you might have to be a bit of an asshole, but you can work things out.
How long has he given you? Most places have laws that protect a tenant from just being kicked out. Typically you have from one to three months, depending on conditions like whether or not you have a lease, etc…
This happened to my family fifteen years ago. Two daughters in college, one with a chronic medical condition, and the landlady calls up in July: “Oh, I’m giving the house to my grandson as a wedding present. You have to be out by the end of October.”
We got revenge by pointing out every single thing that the landlady had refused to fix to the grandson: the roof leaks, the foundation cracks, the crappy wiring that made the lights blink every time the refrigerator turned on, etc. I’m sure he had a long talk with Grandma about her negligence before he and his blushing bride moved in. 
The last time I got asked at a hospital if I might be pregnant I started laughing – I’m in an over-two-years-so-far dry spell. Fortunately they believed me and did the damn x-ray.
People who call me as part of my job: please, please, please, please believe me when I tell you I can’t negotiate our rates. Please. And don’t bitch at me about the economy being bad so why do they have to pay X for your room. I have NO AUTHORITY. I try to get you the best deal I can, but there’s no way of getting around destination resort=not Motel 6 prices. Even now.
The tenant laws in Alberta are that a landlord can kick you out for a family member, but he does need to be give three months notice for that. You should look that up for your area, Guano_Lad.
#%*& frying skillets with glass *&*#@ lids! I just dropped on a brand new frying pan and it shattered all over the #@#@$ floor! :mad:
I woke up this morning with one eye swollen, tender, red and dripping large amounts of pus. I nearly started a thread about it in mpsims, cause I know that crowd loves pus stories.
Anyway, Dr said pink eye and contagious, which means I can’t babysit my 16 month nephew, who I haven’t gotten to play with in weeks and I miss him. I’m disappointed.
Wahhhh.
WTF is it with people who drive under the speed limit and won’t use turnouts? I’m not talking about pulling over for every jerk that wants to speed but just the common courtesy of getting out of the way when you aren’t able to drive the limit. I picture these pompous self-satisfied assholes who smugly congratulate themselves for making the world a safer place from those of us who can drive without having to come to a complete stop on every curve. The next time I see one of those ‘slow down, you have plenty of time’ bumperstickers on the back of a car going 15 in a 45 zone I’m going to seriously consider removing it with my front fender. If anyone has an explanation for why you won’t use a turnout that doesn’t make you a complete jackass I’d love to hear it.
And I hate fucking tourists who think it’s OK to stop in the middle of the road to take their picture in front of a redwood tree. Guess what - there’s a turnout just 50 yards ahead because we knew that you and your camcorder were coming to visit.
(Yes, it took me 45 minutes to drive 10 miles of mountain roads this morning and I’m still annoyed.)
Hey, hey, hey! Just settle down there, missy. 
I pit the reverse…
I pit Medicare reimbursement rates, for driving my FIL into retirement. He can no longer afford to keep his medical office open. I also pit the medical office that stopped taking Medicare patients and sent all of theirs to him. Hope you guys enjoy the flood surge that you helped create.
Well, today they actually got back to me ( :eek: ). Essentially they said “Oops, my bad. We’re cool, no worries.”
I swear to God they’re trying to perform a long-distance stress test to see how much it takes before I snap.
I’ve talked about this several times on this board, so here’s one more blast from the horn, since it seems everybody it doing it. Either that or I’m now officially a young old fogey.
If you’re playing the music in your earbuds loud enough for me to clearly hear the lyrics two seats away from you, you probably already have hearing loss.
Guess what’s going to happen if you keep playing it that loud.