SWEET FUCKING ARRRGHHHHH. Just because the Daily Mail reported on it, that STILL doesn’t mean it’s true. The Daily Mail is not an actual news source.
And actually, no, even they didn’t say that the police had confirmed this was happening. They said one police team had seen symbols chalked on walls - not that the symbols had been linked to burglaries. In fact, the policeman quoted specifically said that now they could *check to see if *those symbols were linked to any burglaries. I’m going to bet that the answer turned out to be a great big fat NOOOOOOOO.
I’m not gonna get into this any further, though. It doesn’t actually matter one way or another, but I am WAY too fucking pregnant to be polite about it.
I’m glad that my pain can bring others pleasure :D. And no worries, that’s why I shared it!
Honestly, in the past, we’ve just been closed on Monday. We might send all calls to voicemail to save the headache. SO MANY people call asking if we can get their taxes done. . . from 4-6 PM on April 15th. And again, we don’t even prepare taxes, so it’s fun.
Person needed a manila envelope. Spotted one on a desk or in a vertical file, but it was constricted in some way (something on top, being squeezed between other items). Person has encountered this before, and thought she knew how much force to pull with.
That was too much force. The trajectory of the envelope placed it in a direct path to the [part of the person that everyone is too squicked out to type in clear].
The one I used to use had attendants who would wave people up even if they didn’t want to park between other cars. They would also verbally berate people for not standing next to their car while pumping gas, and cell phone use was totally banned.
Until you mentioned that, I never noticed that there weren’t squeegees. We were too busy paying and pumping and hoping that the attendants wouldn’t notice that we took the time to set our trip counter before being waved out.
Every so often, I’d bring them some cookies, just because filling up was so awesome.
I think I know. I will not open another one of Ferret Herder’s spoilers ever again. EVER!!!
Our Costco is pretty laid back - the attendants will move you along if you try to balance your checkbook after buying gas, but if you want to put on your seat belt or something like that before pulling out, it’s cool. Nor do they care where you are while the gas is pumped and ain’t nobody gonna tell people in S Cal they can’t continue to look cool on their cell phones! :smack:
As far as Costco gas, at least the one closest to me is 10% ethanol, which I did not notice until too late (shouldn’t get gas first thing in the morning, need to finish booting my brain first). We have an older car that doesn’t seem to like the stuff.
Maybe. It’s not the guessed method, though. If you already know the incident it’s not dramatic.
[spoiler]A combination of no glasses to shield the eyes, holding it up next to the face to start with, and getting distracted while moving the folder and turning the head. She had the perfect storm of bad timing which resulted in a new folder (with those crisp, sharp top edges) just nicking the side part of her eye. Thank goodness it was there rather than the front.
Sort of how I managed to literally “walk into a (car) door,” hitting myself in the corner of the outer lid on my right eye with the point of the door. I’m relieved I managed to not bruise, as I could imagine what people would think if I was telling them, “no really, I walked into a door!”[/spoiler]
Sometimes I hate having long legs. It’s more difficult to fit into various seats. And I occasionally bang my knees on my desk. I just did. It hurts so much that it feels like I’m dying. And now I have to take a cough drop because it hurt so much that I screamed myself hoarse.
Holy shit. Are you sure you didn’t dislocate your kneecap or tear a ligament or something? I can sympathize, being long-legged myself, but it’s never been that bad!
It seems that there are injuries to certain parts of the body that makes almost everyone cringe. I still can’t bring myself to put my contacts in by myself.
I’m glad you didn’t give yourself a black eye, the looks and whispers are really embarrassing.
Back when Fred the cat was healthy, he weighed in at 18 lbs. Fred also liked to sleep on my headboard. One night, he fell off and landed feet first on my nose. I don’t think that I need to tell you that was not a fun experience.
The next day, my nose (not broken) was swollen, my face was scratched up and I had 2 black eyes. After getting worried, disbelieving looks from people when I told the truth, I started lying about it. “This? Oh, its nothing. You should see the drunk harpy who started the fight.”
My best friend did all of my shopping until I could cover everything with make-up was because I hated the looks that I got from strangers.
My father needs to stop treating my asshole brother like a spoiled teenager.
Dad lives with Idiot Brother. Idiot Brother is 38 and has been unemployed for over two years. Bro attends college as bro has been doing for over a decade without even earning an associate’s degree. Dad is having some health issues and says he really can’t do housework. Fine. I understand that. I am sorry my dad is not feeling in the best of health and I understand his feelings that he should not have to do much housework. But my father asked ME to chip in for a maid! When I asked why he couldn’t ask Idiot Brother to do some housework (the fucker pays no rent and dad lets him have access to the house refrigerator) dad says he’s too busy studying.
:rolleyes:
So according to my father I, with a work schedule so busy this month I literally have no days off (including weekends) and two kids should work even harder to aid my lazy, arrogant, useless pile of shit brother. I politely said I would think it over. If he calls me again about this shit I’m going to tell him that I would sooner eat cat poop than give my dad money so my lazy stupid brother doesn’t have to help out around the house.
TheKid managed to scratch her cornea pretty good with one of those ribbon on a stick rhythmic gymnastics things. At the hospital they put this clear liquid on her eye to see exactly how badly she injured it. I didn’t understand how clear drops would show anything - until the doctor turned off the room light and flipped on a black light. The drops made her eye glow the most fluorescent neon yellow. It was cool as hell. She started tearing up and they glowed, too.
Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been if I hadn’t divorced my family. Stories like this make me remember that I did the right thing.
The woman who spawned me contacted me last year. She wanted to get together and meet me again. She said she loved me and missed me and always felt badly about me running away. She also wanted me to send money because her health was bad and she couldn’t work.
This is why I don’t have facebook. If my sperm downer ever finds me, murder will happen.
