I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or not (or why) but I’ll go ahead and respond. If not, then this is just a general explanation.
I didn’t actually have anything under the seat. I just wanted see how they would react.
Some people in New York (everywhere?) carry a weapon under the seat and I wanted to put the fear into them that there might have have been consequences to their actions that went beyond the “fun” they were having at the moment. Maybe they would think next time because you never know who you are messing with and how close to the edge they are (anybody remember Bernard Goetz?). I’m actually close to the edge but thank god I don’t own a weapon!
Also, if I’d actually gotten out of the car and they were still there, I would have been better able to see their faces and identify them had there been damage to my car.
No, I was entirely serious. For the reasons you outlined in your post above. (Had I been sarcastic, I would have omitted the exclamation point.) I’m connecting this with the thread about the woman assaulted in Target. Bullies thrive on power and fear: the power of numbers, fear of consequences for confronting them. You called their bluff by reaching under the seat, and in doing so, you reclaimed power and inflicted fear. You do, indeed, rock.
Student. Dear student. I’m glad you owned up to missing class the last two sessions. I’m glad that you accepted responsibility for that.* However, you are not getting an extension on your paper. I don’t care that you don’t have a topic yet. The paper was assigned over a month ago. If you can’t deal with the basic concept of Choosing a Topic in a Timely Manner at this point in the game, it’s going to be a very long semester in You Land.
*I missed my night class and, like this student, I owned up to it to the professor. I, however, have my homework all the way done and am only waiting to hear back from the prof to turn it in.
After watching a little tv while working (self-employment ROCKS!!!), I wish to pit the colour of television shows. One show is grey and muted*, another show is yellow*, another one is orange*, another one is green* - I’m just sick of it. Can we make television shows real-life coloured like we used to, please?
Turns out I did it right the first time. Big boss informed me that idiot supervisor just couldn’t figure out the new system. I had to change it back…again… :mad:
I applied for a YouTube director account because I am a content creator and it said I couldn’t upload videos longer than 10 minutes without a director account. A week or so after applying, I got the “director” tag applied to my name, which is all well and good except I still can’t upload 10 minute videos. What’s the point? Oh yeah, I get a little tag by my name. Woohoo. I finally found the “10 minute account” registration page, but it’s “temporarily disabled.” And it’s been “temporarily” disabled for the last two weeks or so. Gah. I just want to upload a 12-minute video!
And while I’m at it, screw YouTube for deleting my Laser Bears video. Okay, I may have deserved it for ripping music off of Star Wars, but I still reserve the right to be annoyed.
In Idaho, as in nearly all states (last I checked), it’s perfectly legal to make a right turn on a red light provided it is safe to do so and that there are no signs posted indicating that a right turn is prohibited. At this particular intersection a right turn on red would have been just fine. Your license plates indicated you are a local and have presumably lived here for some time, at least long enough to become familiar with basic driving laws. You were not driving a school bus or any other vehicle that is probited by law to make a right turn. SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SIT THERE WITH YOUR THUMB UP YOUR ASS AND NOT GO WHEN YOU HAD PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITIES TO PROCEED?!! Granted, the extra wait for you to move your piece-of-shit pickup was all of two minutes, not a lot of time I realize, but still, the point still stands that you were needlessly disrupting traffic. Next time please do us all a big favor and take the bus and turn in your driver’s license.
I sent off my 30-year-old Omega Speedmaster Pro watch for repairs back in the middle of October. Yes. It was before the leaves fell off of the trees when I sent it off to the official Omega repair facility in north Jersey. It’s now the middle of February. That is unacceptable.
They sent me an official quote for $750 :eek: for the repairs which I dutifully signed and returned. The form had a place for email address, presumably so that they could keep me up on the status of the work.
Dammit, but in the past four months, nobody has ever called me or emailed me a thing without me first calling to harass them. And then it’s always some song and dance about “well it looked good but then failed QC, so it had to go back to the tech…” and “The tech looked at it and found it needed a whatchamacallit doohickey in the movement, and that was ordered from Switzerland.” and “The part should have arrived, assuming all goes well it should be done in two more weeks.”
I realize that it is a totally absurd price for the repair, and I was prepared for that when I sent it in. It is a beautiful Swiss watch after all. Can’t you guys at least attempt to keep me informed? Maybe even try to get the complex job done in less than half a year?
I can’t stand it when someone mopes along in front of me going 5-10mph below the speed limit for three blocks and then blithely glides on through the light as it turns red while I’m left behind.
My minor rant du jour is for people who don’t shovel their sidewalks after the snow stops. It’s been three days now; I don’t care if you’re in Arizona or too old to shovel - you own the house, you are responsible for keeping the walks clear or hiring someone to clear 'em for you.
I would also like to pit the worm I just found in my pistachio. The nutmeat was kinda grungy looking (more so than usual), and on looking closer, I saw a toasted, salted brown worm. A little while ago I ate one that tasted terrible, so now I’m thinking that I ate a worm just like that one. Oh well. I’m sure it’s not the first bug I’ve possibly eaten.
I’m sorry you’re having all this trouble, but it is not “a beautiful Swiss watch”. You’re talking about a kick-ass iconic timepiece that you can wear every day in any situation without fail until eternity comes. Shit dude, the Omega Speedmaster is the freakin’ NASA Space motherfuckin’ “Moon Watch”. Hope you get it back soon.
My rant? You know that it costs you a service fee every time you pay by debit card, right? You know this, and yet you use the card to pay for ONE ITEM at the grocery store!!! Think about it. It’s like giving the fucking bank money so you can buy your pop tarts. PUT SOME FUCKING MONEY IN YOU WALLET! Just do it. Cash is legal tender and at least five times faster. For the love of all that is holy, get some cash and use it to buy your bottle of water, ot your pound of butter, or your live trout, or… whatever. Just get some cash ferchrissakes!
Not one, but TWO jars of speghetti Sauce tumbled from the top of my refridgerator to smash themselves gloriously across my kitchen floor. I hate you both.
No real problems, and I really am glad about that…yet I still have the temptation to whine. It’s a combination of small things:
It’s Friday, so I’m tired. And my throat is really sore all of a sudden.
I had a bad dream last night, and when I woke up I thought it was about three a.m. So I got up to use the bathroom, and as soon as I got back to bed the alarm went off. Not fair!
There are more children than usual in my house this week, since one of my husband’s kids is staying with us.
At least one of my children has lice, so I spent every moment after work yesterday doing laundry, rubbing kids with icky lotion, and vacuuming carpets with a lousy antique vacuum.
The kids have today and Monday off from school, so they’re all lounging about in bed or playing video games or roughhousing in the living room. Yet they still cop an attitude if you ask them to do anything constructive like take the garbage out.
There are too many work-related gripes to go into. One of the worst parts is that I don’t even want to try anymore. I just want to watch everything metaphorically circle the drain whilst I fuck about on the internet.
My co-worker has so many excuses for not being here/not doing anything when she is, I’m thinking of writing them all down. Perhaps I could make them into a calendar.
Why do people talk so much about nothing? Shut up, shut up, why can you not shut up?! Oops, I did start in on the work-related gripes, after all.
I hope nobody read all this; whining is so embarrassing. But if I don’t post it I have nothing to show for the last half hour.
No offense, but why were they on top of the fridge? Other than that, I sympathize. I once dropped a ketchup bottle on the floor. I thought I had mopped it all up, but it left a greasy residue that took two more washings to remove.
I’m with you there. I’m in the middle of preparing for my largest event of the year, and my co-worker, who I do like, has been TALKING NON STOP ALL MORNING. Seriously, I’m about to throw something at her.
I’m also waiting on some CDs…I joined one of those music clubs because, well, I needed CDs, and I’m too cheap to pay full price for them. I’ve been waiting two weeks for my CDs and I want them NOW.
