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I looove this. Made my day to read it. Thank you for sharing, and a belated Happy Birthday to your lovely wife, who is lucky to have a spouse who appreciates small kindnesses. 
Bolding mine.
You bought your wifes cake a month before her birthday? Wow you caught yourself a good one there if she still loves you after the month old cake. 
I’ll assume this was a general “fuck you,” which would be rude but not against the rules, and not a specific “fuck you” against a particular person, which would be grounds for giving a warning.
twickster, MPSIMS moderator
We recently hired a new employee who is not just overtalkative but also has no professional filter. She is not malicious or anything, but she’s exactly the type of person who’ll ask nosy questions like “Why don’t you have any children?” Strangely, most people around here understand this about her and put up with her with a smile. I seem to be the only person aroundthat has low tolerance for her mental and verbal diarrhea, and avoid her because of it.
Yesterday, on her way out of the door, she walked by my cubicle to say goodbye along with my cubicle neighbors. Instead of saying “bye, ywtf” she called me by some cutesified version of my real name. Okay, shouldn’t be a big deal, I know. But seriously, who told her it’s a good idea to make up nicknames for people that she doesn’t even know on that level? She apparently appended “–poo” to the end of our bosses name too (as in “Davidpoo”) and called him that to his face earlier. He’s a nice, easygoing fellow who probably let it slide, but seriously? WTF? You’re an entry-level cubicle rat who just started working here and you’re calling the top dog Davidpoo?
I guess she could sense my disfavor with her nickname because she asked me if it was okay if she called me that. I said no, call me by my real name.
“Okay, I don’t mind,” she said.
You don’t mind? As if you’re doing me a favor by not calling me by some cutesy bullshit? WTF is wrong with you, woman?
I have a spin on this that you may not have considered. When I’m going to the YMCA to work out, I usually park as close as possible to the door… NOT because I don’t want to walk a long way before I start exercising, but because after I’m done with my punishing bout of elliptical-machine-enhanced masochism, my legs are done in and I don’t want to walk too far BACK to my car.
By the way, MY personal WTF moment is the way my kids get harder and harder to wake up after the middle of the week.
… “WTF” does stand for “Wednesday - Thursday - Friday,” right?
We just finished setting up an article to be printed by a contributor from a major financial corporation. When it came to his byline, there was a bit of a discrepancy. Kind of like if Cecil wrote an article for us, and his byline said “Special report by Cecil Adams, The Reader” and we’d only ever seen it as “Cecil Adams, The Chicago Reader”. No problem, all we have to do is call the PR or marketing department to make sure we’ve got it right and exactly the way they want to see it in print.
We called the corporation’s main phone number at their head office, they connected us to an extension, and we followed the voicemail instructions on the outgoing message and emailed our question.
The response: a freaked out email: “How did you get my name and email address???”
Seriously?
It turns out that they have a “media hotline” which goes to this person. She provides her name and email address on her voicemail, so you can send her non-urgent questions like ours… but then she’s totally freaked out when someone actually does exactly that?
Fortunately, we got someone further up on the food chain when we called the head office again, who was quite nice and helped us out. Still, I can’t fathom why they have their media hotline go to someone who freaks out when someone uses it.
A few weeks ago, I was at the grocery store, in line at the self-checkout. The line was long and backed up into the general walking area. A woman walks up to me and growls, “I’m tryin’ to get through!”
Really? You can’t say “excuse me”? Has our society really degenerated to the point where we act like this now? Really?
This actually happened several years ago, but every now and then I’ll think about it and get really angry. I was waiting to get something at the seafood counter when an older woman stepped up, so I let her go first. She asked the guy behind the counter about the price of crab legs, which he told her was $XX.xx per lb. She looked back at him and said, “Does that include the shell?” 
He was like yes, that’s how we buy it, so that’s how we sell it. Her response: “But I don’t eat the shell, so why should I pay for it?”
I don’t care how old you are, I wanted to slap that woman.
I went for lunch today at a local taco place. There is a guy ordering, and two more guys standing in line behind him. First guy finished ordering and takes a seat. The other two guys stand there chatting away, oblivious. I wait for a bit, then tap one on the shoulder and say “I think she’s ready to take your order.” He says “Oh, we’re waiting for someone else, go ahead.”
Ok, not that bad. A little clueless, but ok.
Until I watch it happen FIVE MORE TIMES. Get out of the way, dumbshits! There’s plenty of room for you to wait somewhere else. There is, AT MOST, one other person in line at any given time. You don’t need to hold your spot!
I don’t see what the problem is there. If she had never purchased crab before, it doesn’t seem like a totally off-the-wall question. Here, people snap off the stems of portobello mushrooms and leave them in the produce bin because, if you’re paying by weight, not need to pay for the stem you’re going to throw out. There are a lot of other foods like that.
I can see someone asking the question if they’ve never bought crab before, or if they’re unsure about the differing costs by weight of “crab meat” vs. “crab legs”.
No, this is just asinine. Produce is sold intact because it keeps best that way, but people understand that the price is based on what is presented for sale Hell, most produce has a substantial portion that’s discarded in the kitchen, and you could “save” quite a bit if you only rung up the bits that were going in the pot. Break the bottoms of the asparagus, trim the tops off the leeks, rip the greens off your bunched carrots trim the stalk off your broccoli, go nuts! Except that that you’re stealing from your grocer, because they paid by weight for the intact item, and adding to their labour and waste management costs be leaving your trash in the produce bins for them to deal with. Oh, but don’t worry – they’ll just raise prices a bit so that people with a lick of sense can subsidize the solipsistic twits.
If you see anyone doing this, kick them in the crotch, hard. After all, they’re doing it to you.
No, what those people are doing is called “stealing”. Breaking off pieces of produce so you don’t have to pay for parts you don’t want, which the grocer will now have to throw away even though they paid for them by weight, is as good as theft. And I don’t care if this lady had never even heard of what a crab was, she was staring at big stacks of crab legs sitting on ice in the cooler and pointing at them, so my guess is just going to be that she is fucking retarded and deserved to get slapped that day. Luck was on her side, however, and she did not in fact get hit for her stupidity.
So the next time I buy bananas I can’t peel 'em before they’re weighed?
(That’s my WTF comparison)
No, of course you can do that! After all, you don’t eat the peels!!
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Nicely done.
I just wanted to add, though, that sometimes people are incompetent not for lack of trying or because they haven’t learned the right skills, but because people simply aren’t and cannot be perfect, for a variety of reasons. I’m doing yoga right now and it has been one of the most humbling experiences of my life. It’s a beginning level class that I’m taking, but there are people in that class who have been doing yoga for years…decades even. And they still have to be corrected by the instructor.
I’m the youngest person in the class and I’m in good physical shape, but I’m also the worse student. There are many poses that I just cannot do without assistance. It’s so easy to feel discouraged. But in yoga, you’re supposed to keep your attention on you and your own mat. Not on what other people are doing.
The thing that keeps me going is when my instructor says, as she assists me with an asana,is that I’m doing a good job. She may very well be lying, but it makes me feel like I’m not a total tool.
The next time you see that guy, compliment him on whatever he’s doing. A little encouragement goes a lot farther than criticism.
:rolleyes: Pfffft - Whatever. I totally bring my potato peeler with me to the grocery store.
Why yes, yes I am. I have seen some amazing things on the roads here, but going around me at a red light seemed particularly insane.
Oh, apologies - yes, that was a general “fuck you”, not one directed at anybody in particular.