And here I was going to suggest that you take the title for December mini-rants. 
So, “Cold November Rants” is back on the shelf for next year, eh? Can anyone actually remember that?
Fucking hell, morons. It’s bad enough that this coffee shop allows you to bring your little precious in with you. But then you sit there and feed it bits of your muffin, which it eats off the table. And then the disgusting little yapper starts licking crumbs up off the fucking table. This is an animal that cleans its own ass, and, given half a chance, would clean your ass, and would happily make a meal of the morsels it finds in the cat’s box. The animal is just following its nature: it’s YOU that’s fucking disgusting for allowing it to. And my wife wonders why, if any French fry or other piece of food falls off my plate, it stays where it lays. :mad:
I have not felt this badly since 9-11. I was living in Staten Island at the time. We couldn’t leave the island for a week. I feel sort of the same way right now. I’m even afraid to leave the house because many traffic lights aren’t functional, streets are blocked off from felled trees and we might face a gas shortage in the next few weeks.
Some ass-nugget stole our Obama sign! :mad:
I pit people still posting in last month’s mini rant thread.
Because I got nothing else.
Update: found a shelter that could get baby a foster space until she’s old enough to be adopted out, and she’s in their care now. I miss her, but it’s for the best, for her and for our established cat, who was seriously upset over the little guest.
As someone with a real live service dog, I actually don’t have any problem with this, as long as the dogs are well trained and not a bother to anyone. The more the general public gets used to seeing well behaved dogs, the better it is for everyone.
Not necessarily. Laws vary widely from state to state, and here in CA we don’t have to get a service dog from any particular place, so I train my own. My last one died suddenly last March, so I started my current one at five years of age.
My mini rant: can we quit misusing the word “deserve”? That “we” being aimed mostly at ad copy writers.
In accordance with the rules of Movember, I have shaved off my customary goatee and am ready to spend the next 30 days growing a mustache to raise awareness (and funds) for men’s cancer (testicle, prostate, etc.) It’s a good cause and I’m proud to do it.
But LORD, I don’t like to be clean-shaven. I look oddly young, and also fatter. sigh
WTF? So basically the law says the person who is using a medically necessitated thing must disclose their medical condition/history to the fast-fry counter person? Are the business folks allowed to make such inquiries when someone parks in a handicapped spot while displaying a handicapped parking decal? How about this for a more intelligent law?
I know there’s a bit of a discussion regarding too much/too little government, but that law you quote just doesn’t seem to be (a) workable, (b) intelligent, or even (c) any of the damn clerk’s business.
I can see the conversation now:
My car tags were stolen yesterday. I reported them, the police came quickly and all that. I’ll get the report next week and go get new tags then. Whatever.
What really irritates me? They took the damn screws too, so I have to go buy some.
There is something wrong with the brakes on my car, they feel squishy, so i get to go to he mechanic, yay.
My throat hurts again. And I don’t think that my cat’s sleeping at the head of the bed does me any favours.
I have a friend who retired as a teacher five years ago. She’s aged thirty years in those five, and now takes her poodle around in a stroller to ALL the businesses downtown. Little “NAME REDACTED FOR BEING OVERLY CUTE” sits in the stroller with her “Service Animal Vest” (painstakingly resewn to fit a tiny French dog) and a precious bonnet.
This is all this woman does: walk in and out of businesses (not just stores, but office buildings too), trying to get clerks, front desk/office workers, anyone to say “What a cute dog!”
But a pox on you if you follow that with “What kind of a service dog is she?” Her ‘grammy’ will stand up straight, fix you with her burning stare and loudly proclaim “The law says I do not have to disclose that to you!” I watched an ex-linebacker grocery store manager back down, for fear of rabies no doubt.
Hey there, fellow driver in the Starbucks parking lot! Boy, coming right around 9:00 means there’s a lot of traffic, huh? Most of it a big long line for the drive through - who would have imagined?
Just a couple tips for you - when you creep up to the side of that line, and come to a car that is too far to the left for you to go around, don’t bother blasting your horn at them. You see, in these things called “lines” (or “queues” if that helps your comprehension), there is someone right in front of you, at a standstill. It’s kind of the definition of a line. And no matter how much you feel you have a right to that parking spot, the person in your way can’t magically levitate out of your way. You’re just going to have to wait for 2.5 minutes for the line to move forward.
Oh, I see that you could only wait 90 seconds, so you roared into the handicapped spot as soon as the car moved an inch. That’s cool - I can see your walker in the car, so you probably have every right to park there. But you parked diagonally across the striped zone that belongs to the adjacent handicapped spot. You know, that area that people need when they are unloading a wheelchair from a van? And funnily enough you jumped out of the car pretty spryly and boogied to the door without the slightest limp.
But I should have realized from that first horn blast that you are Too Important to wait in line or park anywhere but right in front of the door. I apologize on behalf of myself and the rest of the plebs who were impeding your vitally crucial coffee run.
You know, when I’m 2/3 of the way out of the parking spot backing up, accelerating towards me isn’t going to make me stop, pull forward and let you past.
Damn, and you complain about that? Out here we have scads of uber-privileged progressives and faux-hipsters that take their completely untrained in any way uber-spoiled little doggies, by just *flat out lying *about “he’s a service dog”. In Safeway I watched one pee in the produce section.:eek: The owner did nothing. The management refuses to stop them, saying that “well if they claim they are service dogs we can’t do anything”. :mad:
Most of them should respond with: And the law also says I don’t have to serve you. Good day, Madam!
I was wrong! The next crisis wasn’t foot amputation - My father-in-law ran over two teenagers last night. One airlifted to the nearest trauma center, critical condition, swelling in the brain (age 14.) The other in serious condition at the local hospital (age 16.) Father-in-law almost certainly drunk. Driving the truck that is still part of his father’s estate (bye-bye family farm. 150 years of ownership out the window, because one idiot couldn’t just drink beer at home.)
God, I hope these kids survive. And that my FIL goes to prison.
I think that we’re done with these two. They can rot, for all I care. We tried to have some kind of relationship, for the sake of Tony’s late grandfather, and for the girls’ sakes. Mr. C is dead now, and the girls don’t need to be around this kind of bullshit.
:eek: How’s your partner taking this?
My head hurts so badly that my teeth and jaw ache. I’ve been getting these headaches frequently and the last one lasted 24 hours. I am almost certain it’s related to my vision and I have waited forever for an eye doctor appointment. Immediately after Sandy hit it was like a kick in the gut when I realized my eye doctor appointment was supposed to be that day 
Man, that’s horrible about the headaches and the appointment. I hope you get some relief soon.
As for my husband, well… He’s not happy. The only reason we even heard about this was that Tony’s mom saw a reference on Facebook, and I finally tracked down a newspaper article. My cousin lives in the area, and she’s my pipeline for the word on the street. But after the last crisis, and the fact that we seem to learn all news via the paper, or gossip, we had already discussed cutting contact with that side of the family. This is probably the final straw.
Thank goodness for Tony’s mother and stepfather (the man he calls Daddy - if you’re from the southern US, you get that distinction): they are the most awesome parents, in-laws, and grandparents ever, so we don’t lose anything important by cutting off this relationship.
I weep for literacy.
We have lots of safety training classes where I work. They contract with some outfit that provides videos and written material, as well as a short quiz for the end of the class…at least every second quiz will have a question (sometimes two) of the sort below:
When fighting a fire, sweep the extinguisher from side-to-side at the base of the flames.
_True
_False
I am sure most Dopers see the problem here. Yet I seem to be the only one amongst the orkers that gets it. About 75% percent of the T/F questions don’t have this problem (When fighting a fire, YOU SHOULD sweep…) yet the company that makes them, and 99% of the people who take them can’t see the difference. GAAAAAH!
In other news, I keep getting assigned “action” items that consist of a noun and perhaps a few adjectives. I am accused of being difficult because I can’t determine what the hell it is I am expected to do for lack of a verb and perhaps an object or two.
Similarly, declarative statements do not action items make. “There is no door-locked indicator light.” Makes for a fine T/F question, but doesn’t say if, or why, or where one needs to be. I get that you are writing notes to remind yourself of what you were thinking, but the rest of us are not Carnac.