Seethe You in September...

The BBQ Pit
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Look, it’s length, width, and height. There is no heighth. So stop pronouncing it as if all three have the same letters at the end. So, it’s heighT. Height is righT. And if you say it incorrectly again, especially if you’re a reporter or newscaster on TV, I mighT just have to fighT the urge to alighT to your studio and SmighT you with delight. Maybe even tonighT.

Also, please stop with the stupidity of referring to all cops as heroes. No, they,re not. Some are. Some aren’t. Some may even be cowards. A some not small number are douche bags. Same goes for soldiers. Truth is, most members of both groups will go through their careers without eve being faced with a situation that well test their propensity for heroic acts. So just stop it.

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I’m so with this one. The Fox News-driven “They’re all heroes!” soldier cult only serves to cheapen the not insignificant number of current and former military personnel who truly have done heroic things in the discharge of their duties.

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One Of Those Days

Stop at McDonalds on my way to the bus. Two drive-through lanes. One car at one, two at the other. I pull up behind the single car. Guy in the other lane is either ordering a couple of thousand dollars of food, or he’s an asshole. Woman in front of me is just staring at the menu board.

Three full minutes later, asshole is still ordering things. Woman in front of me is still staring at the board and ignoring them asking for her order. The line of cars behind us is now out onto the street. I say, very loudly 'Why are you two taking so damned long to order???" Woman in front of me suddenly peels out and leaves without ordering. Man is still arguing about his order. I order, pull forward and he finally pulls forward behind me.

Get on the bus, sit on handicapped bench. This woman gets on the bus, sits down next to me and tries to physically push me over. Not with her hands, but by sitting right up against me and trying to skootch in my direction. Nope, not happening. I’m already on the edge of the seat. I should mention that this little shitstain carries two bags, one of which is fairly large, every day. Last week she insisted on placing the larger bag on the seat, forcing the next passenger to perch one-cheeked on the seat (when the bus was full).

So what happens when she can’t physically push me over? She sits there, arms folded, fuming and sighing the entire way. She was completely on the seat, so it wasn’t a comfort issue (and I’d have had no sympathy for her after what she did last week), so it’s just her being a selfish little shitstain.

Stop in a convenience store at lunch. Order two $2 lottery tickets. Clerk tells me it’s $5. I say no, this is two $2 tickets, that’s $4. “No, it’s $5!” Now I’m pissed, thinking she’s trying to rip me off. I spell out how it’s $4. She insists again that it’s $5 and tells me she gave me a $3 ticket she didn’t actually give me. I show her the tickets, and make it clear that it totals $4 and I’m not having this shit. “Oh, but you ordered the $3 ticket!” No, I did not, and you didn’t give it to me. We’re done now. It’s $4. I give her a $20, she puts it in the drawer, closes it and says thanks. :mad::mad::mad:

I just stood there slowly moving toward RAGEKILL for few seconds before saying (in very bass voice) “I gave you a twenty”. Shocked, she quickly gives me my change and starts apologizing, but I wasn’t going to accept it. You tried to cheat me twice and argued with me about it and what I ordered. Just fucking die already.

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I’ve never heard anyone in my life mispronounce “height”.

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Precisely.

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You will now. :wink: I’d say I definitely hear it pronounced incorrectly more than correctly. I even hear professionals on TV doing it.

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Chimera’s post actually belongs in the “SeeThe you next Tuesday” thread.:smiley:

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Eh.

HEIGHTH is in the Official Scrbble Players Dictionary (OSPD), so someone (probably a descriptivist) decided that there IS such a word.

That’s how the English language works – people make up new words, and they become – words.

And anyway, you missed the fourth dimension mentioned in the Bible: BREADTH.

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And the tendency is to eliminate irregular usages - like height, the word for the dimension that does *not *end in “-th”.

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I really need to stop eating at Taco John’s. The food is mediocre at best and it affects me badly. Unfortunately, it’s one of the few places within walking distance of work.

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My company caters lunches every day. I know people seem to think it’s a perk, but really it’s just a way to get an extra 45 minutes or so of work out of everyone every day. While they try to vary the menu, there are only so many ways you can serve 100 or so people food 5 days a week. There is always a big steam table tray of chicken with some sort of sauce or seasoning on it.

Today I seem to have hit a hard steam-table chicken limit. I’m sure the chicken was perfectly fine, but something inside me reacted with incredible revulsion, as if it was a rancid stew of roadkill seagull and fish guts. I had to fight my gag response and get back to my desk, hoping the smell won’t waft from the dining area to my desk.

I know I’m fucked now. There was a time right after college when the only food I had time, energy and money for was microwave TV dinners. This happened with those, and to this day I can’t even look at them in the grocery store freezer without a little twinge of disgust.

And now I’m going to be branded as the weirdo that brings his own lunch or goes out when everyone else eats the provided food and thinks I’m strange for rejecting my corporate overlord’s gracious victuals. I may as well quit.

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Maybe you need to rebel like Hawkeye did.

:smiley:

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It’s not that bad. My company doesn’t cater every day, but they have super-frequent free food that… catered overcooked chickenbreasts swimming in butter on steam tables, plus vegtable mush of some variety (swimming in butter), and cookies or something. My department panics if they don’t have a weekly excuse for a pizza (or other) lunch.

It’s all crap food. And way too many calories for someone with my bum thyroid to deal with. So I skip. There are some comments, but all it’s amounted to is I now know a few more are jackasses than I was aware of previously.

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  1. Grrrrr. I just texted my husband the other day, "WTF is ‘heighth.’ I have this loud talking officemate who constantly talks about the “heighth” of the “eaches” of pieces. There’s other made up crap, too, but these 2 are at least twice a day and have actually been submitted as suggested product descriptions for our product catalog (hair-pulling emoticon).
  2. God forbid you should say that shit out loud. Might as well be a puppy hater. We’ve all known some cops who were pretty shitty people.

My personal rant today is for the fucktards who insist on stopping at the end of on/offramps. Keep moving or you’re never going to get in! The worst way to fit in with moving traffic is by not moving at all. Not that I give a shit whether you ever get where you’re not going, but I need you out of my way!

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New guy at work. Well, relatively new, he’s been here a few months now. When he first started, I noticed he was doing a lot of "sshhhnorrk"ing (that back-of-the-throat getting-ready-to-hock-up-a-loogie noise). But I heard him telling someone he had a cold, so I didn’t think too much about it. But now, months later, he is still making that noise. Every five fucking minutes. Go see a doctor about your sinuses already dammit!

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Heighth,Heighth,Heighth,Heighth,Heighth,Heighth,Heighth

There now doesn’t that sound much better? If not repeat until it does.

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That’s disgusting. I would have to puke in his lap just to make a point.

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Oh evil cramping PMS you suck. Where the fuck is my menopause? And who the hell did women survive in the past without chocolate damn it.

And I need to sit here and bawl my eyes out. My eldest is starting SEVENTH GRADE tomorrow! My little itty baby with the wide eyes and the cry I could pick out in a room full of other infants, my tiny birdy in the cinderella costume, my toddler who finally grew a head of Shirley Temple curls when she was three, my little five year old with her slight lisp, my second grader who read a dozen books in a week, my proud grade schooler who believed in fairies – is half way to being a grown up.

Damn it. It’s wonderful but it sucks and it’s wonderful and it sucks all at the same time.

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Oh my god, are you in Building 2, second floor? That guy sits, like, 2 cubicles away from me!

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Huh? What?