HOW many times do I have to tell you people. SOUSA, dammit. SOUSA.
I’ll see if the Portsmouth Sinfonia has any Sousa recordings.
Gregorian chant works pretty well, too, especially if it’s in Latin.
Gotta go with trance.
I had heard her name, but my imagination failed to grasp how dreadful she was.
She’s no coloratura, but her singing is definitely…colorful.
Pipe organ is effective, too. Toccata and Fugue in D minor in particular.
Back 2-3 years ago, a certain co-worker of mine would keep playing this really crappy song over and over because it ‘meant something’ to him. Eventually I found a link that would start playing It’s a Small World every time I clicked on it and would click on it the minute he started playing his song.
Really really pissed him off.
Weaponized IASW. Just sayin’.
Having no money ten hours after you get paid really sucks
So I’m at the grocery store the other day. Said grocery store employs disabled folks as baggers. I particularly like OBVIOUSLY DISABLED George, always has a smile on his face, always does chit-chat well. He was in the Gulf War, although I have no idea if that’s how he became disabled (both mentally and physically).
Anyway, I’m zoning out in line and then I realize, there’s a total fucking bitch in front of me. TFB is not only using her own bags for bagging (great! No problem there) but she wants to put the groceries in the bags as well (again, fine). However, this throws George for a loop because he’s used to it being his job.
So George just decides to make small talk while saying “I can do that If you want”. TFB has a British accent. Whatever George’s disabilities are, they also affect his speech. TFB decides that George is MAKING FUN of her and proceeds to tell him that she is NOT HAPPY and customers DON’T LIKE TO BE MADE FUN OF. George is like, “What? I’m not making fun of you…”
So she continues her psychotic reprimand until she’s packed herself up and leaves.
I’m actually pissed at myself that I didn’t say something to her. I just said “WOW” and “Hi George” when it was my turn. Within earshot of TFB.
Bitch.
That’s my favorite tool. Better than a Rickroll anyday of the week.
You’re a better woman than I am. My grocery store also has some diabled baggers, and I refuse to go through the line where a particular one works. She’s been with the store for many years now, and still doesn’t understand NOT to put bread on the bottom on a bag and then drop cans on top of them. Ditto for the eggs. 
Just remember the saying “know your enemy”. I am just about the only adult I know that actually likes IASW. I’d probably start singing it if you did that to me, and then you’d be REALLY sorry (I am a horrible singer)!
I hate it enough when the non-disabled ones keep deciding to put my bananas directly on top of the frozen food. After enough times of getting home to find destroyed bananas, I’ve learned to check before I walk away, or if I can, catch them in the act and say “NO! Bad bagger!” then hit them with a rolled up paper bag.
Where do you people live?? I’m not trying to be a bagger snob but baggers 'round here always separate and never squish.
I will often go through a certain line because I see my bagger crush, and then when I get up to the register and go into my purse for my wallet and look up, it’s a completely different bagger! Waaaaa where did my crush go!
“Hey Chet, cover for me… that crazy lady is in line.”
ha ha!!! I totally imagine him saying that. The past few times I have gone in there, and seen him, he immediately disappears for the remainder of my shopping trip!
Argh! Just went outside to find one of my dogs pushed the netting aside from around one of my garden beds and was lying, all stretched out on top of my teeny little cabbage sprouts!
Arden? Carmichael? Greenhaven? Midtown? Rio Linda?