I cloth nappy Baby From Mars - which is not that unusual, including using reusable cloth wipes (we use facewashers from Ikea). What I have heard of though which is beyond me, is adults using cloth wipes instead of toilet paper. I know it’s the same thing - but it’s not, you know??
I took my son to an orthopedic surgeon and as we walked down the hall to an examining room we saw a creepy looking guy in one of the rooms washing a white plastic fork.
It was the context, where you’re going to have to pay hundreds of dollars for a brief consultation, that made it much worse. The doctor turned out to be an idiot anyway. He lost my son’s file and his diagnosis was different than the second, third and fourth opinions and the MRI.
So the lesson is to watch out for cheapskates. It may be indicative of a much bigger pattern.
The local supermarket has a device where you have to pay a quarter to get a shopping cart, and it gets returned when you return the shopping cart.
If I see a shopping cart on the street with a quarter in it, I return it and keep the quarter. I also check the returned coin box on the Coinstar to see if there arre any coins in it.
I do this; not to save money, but, it seems abhorent to me to throw away a perfectly machined, brand new looking…piece of cutlery! Just wash it off like it was metal! It doesn’t even have a scratch on it! It still has the original finish on it!
Throw it away! Fie! Fie on the notion!
I missed the first time – homemade soup and stew always taste better (my mother’s making beef stew even as I type this!). My sister has a recipe for potato soup that’s out of this world.
I had a friend with some kind of bowel problem…when he had to go he had to GO. Sometimes this meant using some article of clothing as TP then leaving it on the side of the road. :eek:
Just thought about this one yesterday while cleaning out the fridge. Years ago I worked in a large office that had a kitchenette. The normal size refrigerator would get stuffed with lunches and leftovers, to the point where the admins (we called them “secretaries” back in those days) would post a notice that on the upcoming Friday, they were throwing out all of the old food.
The amazing thing, at least to me, was the number those big, square styrofoam boxes that would be stashed in there with teeny weeny bits of food in them. Maybe one bite’s worth.
The sad part was, I knew most of the folks who had put those boxes in the refrigerator. I’d often gone out to lunch with them, and watched as they asked for carry-out boxes and then deposited the little tiny bits of food into them, take them back to the office, put them in the fridge and forget about them. Maybe they had every intention of making that one bite their afternoon snack, but it still looked cheap to be so unable to waste such a tiny little portion of your lunch.
I’m not going to even mention how that office fridge smelled.
Nothing wrong with that if you’re prepared and - in this province - you have a permit. A friend and I came across a perfectly good elk which had suffered death by motorcycle this summer. I wasn’t willing to leave a dead animal in a car in bear country while we hiked all day, or hike in bear country with arms covered in blood, for that matter, but if you have the tools and something to put the pieces in and you aren’t leaving your car unattended all day so the bears have time to sniff it out, well, it’s elk stew tonight lads. It must be a somewhat common practice if permits for doing so exist.