Don’t need to go so far geographically, the Goth kings of Spain had an average reign expectancy measured in months, and they didn’t even have harems… some of the ladies not only had names you need a deep breath to pronounce but also a taste for blood that makes Bathory look like a dilettante.
Heck, just look at the War of the Roses, or the Trastamara period (again in Spain), or read about the bed- and back-room politics in Renaissance Italy. And all that, without harems! I’d say the danger of back-scratching turning into back-stabbing was just damn high for the ruling classes, through a lot of human history.
Me: Not sure if I’m in the right place. My doctor ordered a test that requires a stool sample. He said to stop by and get the collection container and instructions.
Lab Tech: No. You have to check in with the cashier first. Then we can give you the container.
Me: OK
<Move to cashier’s station, 30 feet from the lab>
Me: Hi. I’m here to check in. My doctor ordered a test that requires a stool sample.
Cashier: You’re dropping off the container with the sample now?
Me: No. Well, I’m *ready *to produce the sample but I need to check in in order to get the container.
Cashier. No. I can’t check you in until you have the sample ready to drop off.
TL;DR My hospital can’t get its shit together. Or my shit, as the case may be.
Hope your results are good. Get a different tech next time, l’ve never been uncomfortable for longer than the 15 seconds it takes for the tech to take the couple steps to snap the pic and step back to release the plates. I hope you didn’t get bruised or anything!
We went to Costco yesterday. We almost never go on weekends, but my wife just got back from being away for 3 weeks and we were low on lots of stuff. (Which is good for a change.)
I love Costco workers. I hate Costco customers. If someone is taking up half the aisle with a sample cart you don’t have to block the rest of it eating the sample. If you need to stop, you don’t need to do it right in an aisle intersection. If you are looking for something put your cart near shelves, not right in the middle of an aisle.
The little kids that people take with them are annoying at times, but not half as bad as the parents.
I’m amazed that no Costco in an open carry state has been the scene of a mass shooting by someone who has been blocked by one too many idiot.
OK. So I have a person in my life that I don’t talk to much because she’s kind of nuts. Last night she posted to her Facebook asking what to do with her daughter’s left over Christmas presents form last year. It seems that they give the child presents and let her unwrap them but she has to earn the right to open them after that. There are a bunch of still sealed presents the kid didn’t earn the rights to and mom wants to know if she should just give them to Goodwill or what. What The Ever Loving Fuck? You give your kid “gifts”, let her unwrap them, then tell her she can’t have them until she does what you want? Who tortures a child this way? If this is how she was raised I’m beginning to see why she’s so screwed up. Has anybody ever heard of this? Is it some kind of new thing and I’m just out of the loop? I didn’t respond because I’m kind of afraid I might say something I can’t take back.
It didn’t get better. After accepting defeat at the lab I went to radiology.
Me: I’m here for my upper GI series.
Receptionist: Didn’t they call you?
Me: Sure. They returned my call. We set the appointment for today.
Receptionist. No. Didn’t they call you this morning?
Me: No.
Receptionist: The machine is broken we can’t do the test today.
Me: Oh…
Important to note. This required 8 hours of fasting. And based upon the time of the test in early afternoon, I haven’t eaten since last night dinner, about 16 hours. I proceed to drink a juice and eat a granola bar.
Cell phone: Ring, Ring!
Me: Hello?
Radiology dude (not the receptionist): Hi, is this Iggy? I’m calling from the radiology department at the hospital. Why aren’t you here for your appointment?
Me: I was just there. The receptionist told me the machine is broken and they can’t do the test.
Radiology dude: That’s not right.
…
That’s not right indeed.
The good news is my insurance provides 100% coverage. The bad news is, my insurance is only good at that one hospital. Insurance <> Access to health care
Yeah, this changing the clock shit is all new to me. I used to live in the land of “we don’t need no more stinking sunlight”, so I didn’t realize how much it would tick the cats off. They KNOW what time they get breakfast, don’t mess with that!
I loves me some candy corn, so despite having a sugar hangover from pigging out on “fun-sized” chocolate yesterday, when I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, I bought a bunch of candy corn for very cheap. Yeah, that stuff is going to work as well.
If you are in the left hand turn lane, turn left. Do not turn right, do not go straight. Turn left, and then, if you must, find an appropriate place to turn around.
Shite, when did my mom become such a tech noob?! Took her an entire day to figure out how to connect her computer to the hotel wifi - I had to send a mass email out for her yesterday because she couldn’t figure it out - and today she accidentally called me twice from her cell phone “because it’s new.” Yep, OK Mom. Just keep your fingers off the screen, OK?
I don’t think you’re being extreme at all. To me, this treatment is cruel and borderline abusive. This kid was an accident. Now she’s married to some other guy who gave the kid his last name so I guess that means he’s adopted her as his own. I guess that also means that he’s okay with this…tradition or whatever the hell you call it.
Thank you guys for helping me make sure that I’m not the weird one in this situation. I admit, sometimes it is me. I didn’t spend a lot of time around people as a kid so some things that other families or people did seemed crazy to me even though they were the accepted norm. I was half afraid when I posted this that I’d get all kinds of, “Of course this is normal. What planet were you raised on?” type answers.
Fer christ’s sake, Great Clips, all I want it a cheap haircut and I came to you because you’re close.
STOP TRYING TO SELL ME PRODUCT!!
Yes, the hair oil is lovely and I love what it does for my hair. Problem is, you have it marked at north of $20 a bottle. I did note the name and then found it on Ebay for about $8, incl. shipping. But thanks anyway.
Now the haircut is done, but not the upselling.
“Oh, look, you have all this natural curl in your hair, try our “Big Sexy Hair” curl enhancer!”
Jeez. My hair is longish and straight. Stick straight. The family calls it horse’s tail hair (several of us have it). In junior year of high school, I had a prom date. I got up early and set my hair with an entire jar of Dippidy Do (dating myself) and brush rollers. For all day. Itchy shit, that. Door bell rang, I take out the rollers, and I have CURLS!!! Brush gently, spray with an entire bottle of ozone destroying stuff, and I make it out the door just, before my hair is straight again. Trust me, nothing called Big Sexy Hair (BTW, what about says I really even want Big Sexy Hair?")–nothing is going to curl this shit. If you see curl, it’s because I showered before I came, and stuck my hair up on my head in a pinch clip.
Please, Great Clips, just cut my hair the way I want it, and I will leave and nice tip and we’re all happy.
