Aw, shit, man. I’m so sorry.
Getting on Facebook, seeing yet another once-respected person losing it over the latest Russian agit-prop, and I think it is absolutely amazing how that website, and other forms of social media, has just rotted brains.
I’m seriously beginning to wonder if there should be an age, competency, or other psychological test before you are allowed full access to the Internet.
I just checked my grocery receipt because a small item I thought I had bought was missing. Well, it wasn’t on the bill, so I must have absent-mindedly put it back. But now that I’ve checked the bill I am REALLY pissed off. I bought a Black Forest ham, the most expensive single item on the bill, and the bastards charged me for two of them! The worst thing is, there’s nothing I can do about it. I just have a receipt showing two hams, along with two of a lot of other things, and there is no proof I didn’t actually buy two. I’m in no mood to drive all the way back just to do a sort of male version of a Karen act, so I’ll just rant about it.
You may call them up, explain the situation, and make future arrangements to get your refund/get a 2nd ham. You don’t have to go in person right away. I do this all the time.
Thanks, JohnT. Since there’s a couple of things I forgot anyway, I’ll be going back shortly and will explain the situation in person. I shop there often and it’s a chance for them to display some trust and goodwill, or not. We’ll see. Would be a pity if they don’t extend some goodwill and trust, because this is one of the best grocery stores in the area. I actually did coincidentally buy a lot of things in pairs, and I had a huge shopping cart of stuff, so I think the young teenybopper cashier just got into the rhythm of scanning things in pairs.
I’m confident I’ve ranted about this before, but when did it become common in southern American English to refer to a parking space as a “park?” I went out to lunch yesterday, and was several minutes late getting to the restaurant because I had to park in a far corner of the parking lot. (This restaurant is in a large shopping area/strip mall.) When I got inside, I was greeted with a chorus of “Did you have trouble finding a park?” and “Where did you find a park?” and even “Were you able to find a park?” I was too hungry and flustered to say that no, I did not find a quiet green place full of nice walking paths, or trees, or duck ponds, or even the type of park where dogs enjoy the chance to run around safely.
At least no one gave me shit for drinking unsweetened tea this time.
That is weird - a shortened form of ‘parking spot’, but everyone I know says “did you have trouble finding a spot” if they don’t want to spend the time to say “parking spot”.
If they’re sold by weight, be sure to point out how unlikely it would be to get two that are exactly the same. Possible. But unlikely.
Whoa, Encyclopedia Brown to the rescue! How did we all miss that?
In my younger days I was a waitress at a couple of different chain restaurants. Hard work, long hours, lousy pay depending heavily on the tipping generosity of your customers. Covid has made a bad situation for them worse. I always tip generously (20-25%) regardless of the service because I understand it can be a crappy job.
But…
When I waitressed, when I walked up to a table and the customers were talking (which they usually were, of course, it’s a social situation), I waited a moment for them to finish their sentence before saying “Excuse me…” It seemed rude to just interrupt. This is apparently no longer the case. Every restaurant I have patronized, and I mean EVERY one, the wait staff upon approaching the table, either initially or to check on us, simply talk over me. They will cheerfully cut me.off midsentence with “How is everything?” Often they will try to be friendly by joking or making small talk; which I understand is supposed to try to make the experience pleasant for us. But they have in essence just shut down anything I was saying, negated my conversation and substituted their own with no apparent awareness of how rude and annoying that is. Last night at Olive Garden I was telling my husband a story about my work day when the waitress walked up, spoke over me and started a pleasant (she thought) banter with my husband. How the hell is that supposed to enhance my dining experience? She continued this for two or three minutes and by the time she left the whole thread of the discussion was lost. Derailing a conversation and substititing your own is not cute or helpful or attentive. It’s rude. It would not be tolerated from kids and yet I am supposed to think this is charming? I’m not asking them to stand there all day while I blather on but can I at least finish my sentence?
It’s not just that one waitress or Olive Garden. It is so widespread that I wonder if wait staff are now specifically told to do this. Or maybe it’s generational. But it’s fucking rude and infuriating to be interrupted as if what you were saying is inconsequential and the wait person’s time is more important than yours. The more attentive they try to be the more we are subjected to this. I don’t want to be abruptly interrupted while I am speaking to my companions. I don’t want to banter with the wait staff instead of talking to my friends and family. Just bring me my food and go away…I will leave a good tip, I promise. But I do not like the implicit idea that the waiter is part of the dinner party and the most important party at that, and what they want to say overrules everyone else.
I suspect they think they are being friendly. They probably have no idea how aggravating it is to patrons (to me anyway). But they should. It’s simple good manners: don’t interrupt. It’s put me off going to restaurants.
And don’t get me started on the whole “I’ll be taking care of you” thing…
Yep, that’s the way I’ve always heard it too. There were so many people saying it that I’m wondering if it’s a catchphrase from a show or something like that.
Related: there seems to be a belief among waitstaff that the most courteous thing to do is to whisk your dish away the second you have lifted the last forkful of food to your mouth, never mind whether you’ve even begun to chew, and regardless of the rest of the diners at the table.
I was raised with the idea that this was unseemly haste, and that you didn’t remove anyone’s dishes until everyone was finished. The prospect of looking at an empty dish was deemed less bad than shaming the slower eaters.
Times change, but I don’t have to like it.
Where is this where they actually wait til you get your last forkful? Lately, I’ve been losing a good 5% of my entree to the “Whisk Away The Plates ASAP” cops.
Seriously, I have to keep thinking “Where is every single server that wants to steal my last few bites?”… I stopped scanning the bar for ten seconds the other night, and a server who I’d never seen before grabbed my plate.
I managed to snag the other corner of it and say "You steal my last bites, I steal your dog!" Luckily, the voice I did was so weird that she giggled instead of crying … or decking me.
(Yeah, I almost said “I burning your dog!”…)
My grandmother once told us of the time she had a plate of food whisked away by a waiter in Lisbon when she set her fork down.
This happened over sixty years ago, so it’s not a new phenomenon.
On a date, I ran to the restroom and came back to my date happily eating her entree, and nothing at my place. They’d served my food, then cleared my plate away without anyone noticing.
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(That was over thirty years ago, and to this day, I haven’t been able to get that woman to confess to eating my dinner and hiding the plate… I even married her to facilitate the interrogations.)
I’m ranting today about Xfinity. I use them and they are OK when their stuff works. Last night a good portion of it that I use stopped working. I normally stream my TV through my Win10 PC through their App. ( A Lot of people do. ) Last night at midnight, something on their end broke… and instead of streaming TV, I get “Clear you cache and try again (Error TVAPP-00114).”
Well, I’ve done that and I’ve scrubbed Chrome whistle-clean… and I still get (Error TVAPP-00114).
Whats odd is… if I go in through my phone, it works. Also, if I go in through HBOMAX, it works. My best guess is that last night at midnight an Angry Leprechaun got tired of counting his gold and updated their site with some truly crappy code. Now, normal companies make a back up before they jam updates through just in case something like this were to happen… but No.
Xfinity has decided to fix it on the fly with ten trained monkeys equipped with pocket protectors and plumber’s wrenches.
So, F-ck You, Xfinity…! (And the Bandwidth You Rode In On…! )
Doggone it, Rachel’s been back on the Maddow show for a couple weeks and today is the first time I heard of it. Because of Ukraine, of course.
Just as a follow up, I checked this morning with Xfinity. Still not fixed. < Grrrr >
Looking around the internet ( there are Lots of posts, this seems to be affecting Everyone who streams through a laptop or PC ) I found some interesting clues. One person discovered ( and I was able to reproduce the result myself ) that if you login and click on the WIFI symbol, a strange white screen appears. The message there reads,
" Access not Authorized
You signed in successfully, but you must be an Xfinity user to enjoy this service."
(!)
What this means is that on the backend (Xfinity’s side), somehow the database of ‘accounts’ has been disassociated with the database of ‘Xfinity users’. This would mean that the problem could affect millions of people and might take days to fix. It also raises to possibility that Xfinity was hacked, but that they just refuse to admit to it.
Given that they technically are infrastructure, this hack might have originated (conceivably) from outside the US ( I spy with my little eye a country whose name start with… ‘R’ ).
If this was a hack I still say “F-ck You Xfinity!” though… because they’ve been raking in the money with both hands for years and should have hardened their system against such attacks.
I’m giving up guaranteed sex for a flute recital date with a woman who broke up with me last Wednesday, absolutely breaking my heart. (I did not misstype this.)
Therefore, I guess, I’m pitting myself.
Gawddammit, I am a moron. Wish me luck. Now. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Always, for I was born with a genius brain and a dipshitty heart.
That sounds like country western song. I called my bf yesterday. He was awake( rare) and playing Skyrim. I’ll call you in an hour he says. 4 hours later I call him. S eems he felt tired and laid down. Too much trouble to call me for ten seconds to tell me