My daughter (a nurse) worked for a few years in the maternity department of a hospital in Virginia. It was a big hospital in a bad area. It was common to find meth pipes and empty liquor bottles after visiting hours.
They had a complete police substation located within the hospital.
At the risk of sounding stupidly obvious, I just want to mention that in my microwave, it’s sometimes not obvious if the plate isn’t properly seated on the rotating spindle thingie that drives it. It looks like it is, but it isn’t. And in those circumstances it may sometimes make the kind of half-hearted revolutions you describe, or none at all. I’m pretty sure you already checked this, but hey, worth a mention.
Did I say “all”? Nope. Just another Lie.
I don’t like Drunk Drivers. They can hurt you, maim you, kill you and there’s almost nothing you can do about it.
NYE has more Drunk Drivers than any other day of the year.
Are all drivers on NYE Drunk Drivers? Nope.
Are Most drivers on NYE Drunk Drivers? Nope.
But, you can’t tell a Sober Driver from a Drunk Driver unless you’re on the road… and by then it’s too late.
I choose not to drive on NYE because if you’re not on the road, the Drunk Drivers will hit someone else.
I treat women in their 20’s like I treat men: with no interest.
I buy your product, here’s the cash, bye. I buy your service, here’s the cash, bye.
Full equality with no fashion, hairstyles, perfume, or pheromones in the mix. If she wants to flirt & ‘play the game’ she can play it with someone else… hopefully with her S.O.
( PS- Isn’t a Creeper some guy who wants to interact with them? Better come up with a better Former Cheerleader childish insult than that. And you can keep your constipated rat-on-a-leash off my lawn too. The sign says ‘Curb Your Dog’. Goes for strollers too. )
So bf walked me to bus to get home. He forgot his wallet. I had to put 5 in. I only hav 18 to my name, my rent (25) is due this week, cant pay that. Phone due next week. Wont get my paycheck til the 13th.
We were at a favorite brewery last night. A small group of 30-somethings were being loud, trying to convince one guy in the group that he shouldn’t be driving home. He was arguing way too loudly that he was fine.
As he walked by me he grabbed my arm and asked if I thought he could drive. He’d really gotten on my nerves by that point. I stood and said (loud enough so everybody could hear), “you’re drunk enough that you don’t realize everyone thinks you’re an ass. I don’t care if you drive or not, but you’d better let go of my arm or I’m going to beat you senseless”.
He let go, then he started crying. Apparently I’d hurt his feelings?
Actually, I think he’s fallen for the incel/manosphere trope that a man who dares speak to a young, attractive woman, even in a professional setting, will be treated as a potential rapist and run out of town by feminazis and snowflakes.