Although I haven’t mentioned it much on FB and I understand the sentiment, here in KC it was 80 last Friday, so anticipating more cold and snow this weekend is rather depressing.
I kind of understand the winter weather gripers. In my corner of the world we went from the warmest March on record last year to possibly the coldest this year. We’re not even close to average temperatures, probably running 20 degrees below average right now. We’ve had several big snowfalls with another expected Monday.
Bear with us, if it ever does warm up we’ll all be bitching about the humidity. 
Well, I’ll probably be going by there on the 40 in late May - is that anywhere close to you?
Walking back from lunch in the Minneapolis skyway. Woman darts out from behind a mob about 30 feet in front of me, coming straight at me. I’m already brushing the right wall, there’s nowhere for me to go. I give her a raised eyebrow :dubious: and keep moving. She gives me the “I’m not interested in you” look and moves over. :smack:
Wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you, you stupid duck faced stick figure plastic surgery looking bitch.
Had just been hoping you wouldn’t walk your 80 pounds into my 240 and then claim it was my fault that I didn’t phase through a wall or something to get out of your way.
**Wendy’**s: If you don’t have a menu board in advance of the drive-up ordering kiosk, don’t expect me to know what I want the millisecond I pull up. I do not have your menu memorized. It would, however, make your long lunch lines go quicker. Additionally, ketchup should not have to be requested specifically when your now mediocre “natural” fries are ordered. It’s a drive-thru. I don’t want to have to come back. Straws as well, when a beverage is involved. That’s why I check the bag before pulling away. Asking for those items after our little transaction is finished delays your really long lunch lines even more. Fuckers.
- Ignore them until you’re ready to order, or say “give me a moment”. Doesn’t cost you anything.
- Ask for it. I promise, it’s not hard. Many people don’t want it, and it gets problematic when one employee throws a single packet in a bag but the next employee gives them out by the handful.
- Straws? Well, ya got me there. Although that sort of thing is why, whenever I happen to get an extra one, I throw it in my glove box, just in case.
FUCK today with a pox-ridden wolverine on PCP.
Widget spent all last night puking. Including once all over her bed and herself and her hair, which is arse-length and takes about half an hour to dry. I got about three hours’ sleep, in small chunks. Which coincidentally are what I was still brushing out of her hair this morning.
I am FOUR MILLION MONTHS pregnant. I’m constantly uncomfortable, in ways that are too numerous and way too boring to list.
We woke up this morning to a letter from the Revenue demanding a large sum of money in property tax, which they calculated by pulling a figure out of their collective hole and then doubling it. Listen, you moronic motherfuckers: the last time a house on our road sold was last year. It went for X amount. Property prices have not gone up one iota. Where the fuck do you get off claiming our house is worth X+25%? Especially when your own COCKSUCKING website says it’s worth X?
The neighbours were out when a delivery guy tried to deliver a bed (complete with mattress) to them, so he asked if he could leave it here. Sure, why not, it’s only for a few hours. Except that was on Wednesday and they haven’t been home since. I want my hallway back. If they don’t pick up the bed soon I am selling it on ebay.
And someone from work fucked up in a non-minor and non-fixable way that hits me specifically. I’m frantically trying to meet a massive deadline before this baby arrives, and I don’t see why I’m bursting my bollix when they can’t even be arsed filling in a form. I don’t see why I shouldn’t ditch work, blow the deadline, go back to bed with Widget and an unlimited supply of ginger ale and Charlie & Lola DVDs, and sleep till things stop sucking.
And usually when I have a horrible mood I get rid of it by going on a long walk, but today was lashing rain and freezing and gale-force windy, so I couldn’t even do that.
I do get that most of these problems come out of good stuff - I have a great kid, I have a home I love, I love my job and mostly the people involved are five-star amazing - and everyone should have problems like mine. Right now I don’t care. FUCK today.
(bolding mine)
Yeah, I never eat ketchup with my fries. It strikes me as being a bit of a waste if I’m automatically given ketchup with my fries. I’ll probably just end up throwing out the ketchup.
Vague health problems are horrible. Hope you get it worked out soon.
I’ve got them too at the moment- been feeling indefinably not right, and getting random abdominal pain on and off for the last few weeks- and it’s going to be another week and a half before I get a blood test/ultrasound.
Plus I seem to be putting on weight despite eating less than normal, and of course I have internet access, which is appalling when combined with vague health problems.
I reckon I have leprosy. And some flesh eating parasites. And probably prostate cancer.
Well, I took my vacuum apart today to clear out the clog. It was made up of 1) a handle from a mug I broke a couple of months ago (that explains why the suction failed to suck), 2) a straw and 3) the remains of the mouse.
The vacuum now stinks. I shall be vacuuming up ALL of the baking soda this weekend.
Are you at least male? :dubious:
This goes for ALL drive through restaurants, not just Wendy’s. Get a menu board that lists all the items, plus all the combos. You’ll make more than the board costs. And make the board readable. My eyesight is 20/30 (left) and 20/40 (right). That means that it’s legal for me to drive. Why, then, am I having problems reading your board? I don’t get fast food very often, and each time I think that it might be nice and quick and easy to get a fast food burger, I am reminded why none of these three conditions apply any longer. Also, if you’re gonna cheap out on the condiments, then at least ASK if the customer wants ketchup/mustard/whatever.
Reminds me of Jeff Foxworthy’s bit about his wife supposedly being a hypochondriac and worrying at one point that she has testicular cancer.
“You do not have testicular cancer. You don’t even have testiculars!”
My e-reader failed on me today. I was at lunch and all alone and that place didn’t even have a local ad placemat to read. I thought I would have to eat lunch without any mental stimulation. (phone is too hard to use while I’m eating, I have to keep scrolling)
Not to mention that I was afraid that I’d lose all of my books. :eek:
(The books that are stored in several other places, Bill is an engineer and I’m an archivist.)
Once the panic of not having constant mental stimulation faded, I remembered that there was a reset Hole? I don’t know what they are called, but the place where you stick a paperclip in and it resets the device?
There are days that I really wish I had remembered to bring my brain with me.
:smack: Knew I’d forgotten something! Well, that’s a weight off my mind…
Of course, it is 4.30am, and I’ve just been woken up by gut pain… Urgh.
Hey, it’s like that joke…
Little boy: You don’t have one of these!
Little girl: Hah! My mom said that with one of these, I can get as many of those as I want!
Mind you, I reccomend getting them without prostatitis if possible, but each to her taste.
Do you know how many packets of ketchup Wendy’s buys annually? Do you think they eat that cost? Of course not. It’s built in to the food prices. So I am paying for the ketchup. I’m fine if they train their staff to ask if I want it. But to just not include it at all and not ask is bad business.
I went through the drive-through at McDonald’s yesterday just to remind myself why I usually go in. I always have to scream my order at them and even then they have to fix it three times before it’s right. My voice isn’t *that *quiet.
Oh, and McDonalds? I don’t care if the value meals don’t come with a small drink. I want a frickin’ small drink. Not a medium, a small. You know, what a medium *used *to be? Don’t argue with me about it, just get the small cup and fill it up. I’ve given up on the ice argument, I won’t give up on the cup size.
I always go in. See, I figure the 12 calories I burn by walking in and out will magically offset the 1200 calories in that value meal. :rolleyes: