I hope you at least honked at her. If it had been me, I would have been sorely tempted to turn around, take note of her license number, and call the police on her ass.
Roddy
First off, I’m very glad that you’re okay. See my post from earlier in this thread - I was yelling about texting while driving too!
In the last couple of months (in almost the same place), we’ve been driving along and had an oncoming driver veer towards us because they were texting while driving, too. These incidents were all in our suburb neighbourhood; maybe the idiots think that texting while driving is okay if you’re on a quieter residential street. They’re dumb.
I did once get run over by someone talking on a handheld phone while driving.
And today on the bus, the driver was talking on a bluetooth headset! Well, yeah, I know, that is technically legal, so I didn’t do anything about it, but it still bothered me somehow.
Dear God, just watching a bit of “The View” talking about having IV vitamin drips. The term “junk science” doesn’t even begin to cover it. The part that scares me is the legions of people watching the show and thinking, “That’s a fantastic idea!” and not doing a single bit more research on it. This is how things like Calgary losing our fluoride in our municipal water supply happen.
I watched a guy riding a bicycle driving along, talking on his cellphone yesterday. That is also illegal, and a very bad idea.
My father-in-law is a city bus driver, and he is not allowed to talk on a cellphone (I believe that includes handsfree - I’d have to check with him) while driving the bus. They are, however, still expected to answer their radios from dispatch while driving.
I don’t think talking on the phone while riding a bike is actually illegal here, but two things that are illegal here are riding a bike on the sidewalk and riding while wearing earphones, and I see plenty of that.
I have seen people using the phone while cycling. Twice I’ve also seen people riding their bike with one hand and picking their nose with the other. :eek:
I lost my phone yesterday. I know I had it when I got to the grocery store and first noticed it missing when I got home. A search of the car came up empty. I called the store and nothing has been turned in. I’m so sad!! It feels so odd not having my phone on me…it’s pretty much my connection to the rest of the world! I called Sprint to put a restriction on it so no one else can use it, and now I have to save up to buy a new one. Hopefully I can find a friend with an old phone I can borrow in the mean time. 
Try your local FreeCycle? I’ve seen offers and wanteds posted on mine, and it seems to happen occasionally.
Songwriters of the world – do I appear hard of hearing to you? Unduly dense and/or slow in comprehension? No? Then why do you insist on taking an only moderately interesting lyric and repeating it 20 or 30 times in a row? Do you really think your voice is that enchanting? Or did you just run out of ideas after chewing on that pencil for five or ten minutes?
My thought processes generally run as follows:
"Well, this is an interesting song. I like her voice."
"Ah, I guess that's sort of a clever lyric."
"OK, I get it, already."
"Man, this is getting tedious."
"Bored now."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Mute.Finagle, do not listen to this song then. 
(I hate that too!)
I’m not sure I can take much more stress this week. Between the landlord’s ‘maintenance’ guys acting like this is their house when I’m out (going into my bedroom when they’re only supposed to be painting outside, using the toilet and not fucking flushing, leaving lights on, trampling paint into the carpet, and not even letting us know what days they’re planning on showing up) and the jobcentre deciding I’ve breached my agreement with them, by not attending an appointment I wasn’t actually notified of, I’m about at the end of my tether.
Of course, this would happen while I’m in the middle of a course which overlaps the jobcentre office hours completely, and I can’t take any time away from it. I’ve jumped through every stupid hoop they’ve asked for- and some of them were damn stupid- and they’re still dumping me in the shit.
I have just enough money put aside to pay for the card at the end of this course (security training, the card is compulsory to get work in that business), or food for the next month. Not both.
{{Filbert}}
You got me wondering, so I looked it up -
(From this site.) So, yup, just add that to the list of things that cyclists do that are illegal and/or dangerous. 
My book was a finalist for an award but it did not win. Oh well. On to a hot bath and then a good old fashioned Chinese dinner.
Sigh. And then to the next book!
Foster dog needs nebulizer treatments four times a day. Twenty minutes each time with ten minutes of coupage after.
I adore this dog and I know there are lots of worse things in the world to complain about, but this is such a pain in the ass. Four times a day is tough to schedule around- I’m lucky to have someone else here during the day to do the noontime one while I’m at work, but that doesn’t work every day. It eats up a lot of time. Worst part is that the vet isn’t all that optimistic that it will actually work or, at this point, that he will ever actually be healthy. These pain-in-the-ass nebulizer treatments may be pretty much futile.
Blew my lunch break sitting in 103F heat + traffic on a futile quest for an item I’d purchased at that store.
Mr. Shoe has a grill brush that has replaceable brush heads, so when the bristles get gunky/worn out/broken off you can replace the bristle head without buying a whole new brush. I’d bought the replacement heads at a store (BBQ Galore on Lovers Ln. for Dallas folk) and still had the last packaging - complete with the store sticker - to remind me that we needed more.
His birthday is coming up, so I figured I’d get him a couple of replacements and throw them in with this other gifts – hey, one more colorful thing to unwrap, right? Drove to the store, looked around … I see the brushes themselves, surely the replacement heads are nearby?
{{{ … you see where this is going, yes? … }}}
Clerk gentleman comes over, I ask for replacement heads for [points to brushes]. He tells me, they don’t carry the replacements. Never have.
I look forlornly down at the packaging in my hand, the one with the store logo clearly emblazoned over the price and hold it out to him and say, “but … but I bought this here.”
“OK. Well, we haven’t carried those in the 2 1/2 years that I’ve worked here.”
ME: looking at dust coat on package “OK, well, I guess it was a while ago.”
Still. You carry a product that has “Replaceable Heads!” on its packaging … but you don’t actually carry the replacement part? … anymore, apparently?
I’m pretty sure that everyone knows my opinion of distracted drivers, so I won’t sound off again. I’m glad you weren’t hit Mady. I’m sorry you did get hit, EmilyG. Flipping idiots.
There is a goose in our pool. We don’t know where it came from or why its there instead of some nice pond with food. I’m too smart to mix it up with a goose, so I tried to get Bill to chase it away. It seems that Bill did once mix it up with a goose and won’t do it again.
So now we can’t use the back yard until it flies away. Please fly away Goose, we had plans for our back yard this weekend.
I’m ranting in RO for a former co-worker of mine. First, the background.
About a year ago she broke her leg in a bad fall at home. Fell on her phone and broke it, couldn’t get up, it was over three hours before her husband came home and she got aid for her compound fracture. She nearly lost the leg, had to go extensive surgeries, and a load of physical therapy. But she can walk now, although she’ll never really run again, the muscles are weak. The leg was left with some horrendous scarring.
Now “Jane” was in to visit, and told us how she’d been with a friend to a casino north of town. While waiting for someone a patron of the casino(Jane described her as a “nasty bitch”) came up to Jane and told her “You have some nerve coming in here dressed like that!” Jane happened to be wearing shorts, so you could see how bad the leg looked.
When Jane tried to put her off the NB pulled the typical “Do you know who I am?” and stomped off. A minute later a security guard comes over and asks if there is a problem. It seems the NB complained about Jane, but when Jane gave her story he realized who the real troublemaker was.
My RO is for all the people, including Jane, who shouldn’t have to cover up or hide anything, for the sake of other’s “delicate sensibilites” The complainers are not usually all that great themselves.
There was a bit on the news recently about “distracted drivers”. The last change to the road code took out a lot of details of “stuff you’re not allowed to do while driving”, saying it was “too specific”: now it’s legal to talk on your cellphone so long as you’re not distracted; if the cops can prove you were distracted, waving all over the road, etc. you still get a fine. Our traffic cops are getting tons of practice with video equipment. Some jewels, to go with the classical “make up while driving”:
- roll a cigarette while driving (the price of tobacco has made rolling paper come back in fashion big time),
- shave while driving,
- cuddle with, hug and pat the two unrestrained large dogs on the shotgun seat while the car is moving (I’m not sure that one can be called “while driving”, the accusation was along the lines of “apparently this car model drives itself, your honor”),
- help the unrestrained kids do their homework while driving (the driver was also unrestrained)…
And that was just helicopter images.
Dearest Husband,
I know this move was my idea, but you agreed to it, and went through the whole process to get and take the job I found for you. I know you don’t really want to leave this area, but frankly we didn’t have a choice and even you have said that. I’ve even heard the words “you were so right, and thank you…” come out of your mouth. So yes, this is now your move too.
If you aren’t going to help me with any of it, could you at least NOT make it more difficult please?!? And if stuff you wanted isn’t moved, well, it’s not my problem*. You can come back and get it yourself, I’m done asking your opinions since all I get is a shrug and a “it’s up to you”.
With love and irritation,
Your tired, stressed, and very cranky wife
*We’re keeping the TN house for business purposes, and moving our primary residence to SC in 3 days.