That’s going to be tough to find, since Speyside distilleries generally produce Scotch whisky. Or have I been whooshed?
So sorry, cancer really does suck.
Various popcorn tales- not into popcorn, so I think the last time I had some was maybe 40 years ago?
One of the theaters I regularly go to has done a major remodel, and as part of the remodel, you butter your own popcorn. You take the bin over to the counter where the mustard and salt and pepper are, and there’s a molten butter pump there. What makes it annoying is that people will ask the service person to only fill their tubs up halfway, then they’ll run over to butter their popcorn, then run back for the clerk to fill it with more popcorn.
Doesn’t bother me, because I hate the rancid stuff they call butter and always tell them no butter.
“It’s a floor wax. It’s a popcorn topping.”
Well, I could say that I was just seeing who was paying attention, but the truth is I started on one train of thought and finished on another.
Good catch!
A literally scorched rant: it has been nasty hot-steamy-rainy in NJ for weeks, so I’ve had my cars closed up tight. I usually crack my cars’ windows and sunroofs for ventilation during the summer, but haven’t been able to do so for three weeks.
I took the older black exterior/interior car in for a luxury wash today and the rearview mirror fell off in the detailer’s hand when he was doing the windows. It looks like the mounting adhesive basically melted in the heat and the mirror was barely hanging on. I’ve glued the mount back on, I’m hoping I can get the mirror on the mount, it’s a real snap-on alignment bitch and heavy because the the alarm system light is integrated into the rearview.
Man, the last time I paid for one of those, she was expensive…
My clutch died at the end of July–in the repair shop parking lot, fortunately–and that was a two-week repair because the shop had to order the new clutch from one of Jupiter’s moons. Got the car back Friday and today my battery dies. In the parking lot at work where it will sit until Saturday when I can get a new battery. :mad:
At least my co-worker who lives near me is cool and doesn’t mind giving me rides to work.
To the twentysomething girl who I encountered at the door of Jersey Mike’s sub shop this evening:
When some polite older gentleman arrives at the door well ahead of you, and then opens the door and holds it for you, this is accepted protocol:
Lady: “Thank you…but you were here first, go on ahead of me”
Gentleman: “Don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure”
Then he steps aside as you walk up to the long line at the sub counter. Don’t worry about losing your place in line, if he truly is a gentleman, he will offer you his place in line.
That is not what actually happened. This is what you did:
Entitled Girl: “Thank you.” {brushes past and walks to end of line}
Gentleman: {stews quietly, looks at huge line, and decides to leave rather than be annoyed about the breach of etiquette. goes to Subway.}
Neighbor:
The appropriate time to mow the lawn is before dark, not after my bedtime.
(My bedtime is pretty early, and since I’ve got the day off tomorrow, I’m not that inspired to actually go to bed right now, but the lawn being mowed is pissing me off anyway. Especially since he almost always mows the lawn after dark or next to it, and like I say, after my bedtime).
If you were there first, and wanted to get in line first, then why did you hold the door open for her? If you had to wait that long for her to get to the door since you arrived there “well ahead” of her, that was your choice, not hers.
I don’t see how she did anything wrong. I mean, it sounds like she said thank you, went in, and got in line. That’s what I do when someone holds the door for me. I say thank you, go in, and go about my business.
Same, and I’m 50yo.
How can you mow the lawn after dark anyway?
Badly.
Riding mowers have headlights. It’s dangerous to mow like that though. Mr.Wrekker often mows really early in the morning. Drives me batty. But, it’s cooler.
I’ve tried mowing at 6-7 am to avoid the heat. Too much dew on the grass, though.
Well, OEM always is! 8. )
I have made a terrible, terrible mistake.
I once mocked my husband for his awful smoothies. When we got our vitamix, he immediately began throwing anything he could get his hands on into the damn thing and making me drink it. Hence the broccoli, carrot, tomato and pineapple smoothie of 2017.
Today I have gone over to the dark side. One raspberry, mango, vanilla protein powder and bell pepper & carrot smoothie later (at least it was roasted), I’m not sure if what I’m burping up is fajitas or dessert and it’s very confusing.
What? It’s a mini-rant. Sort of.
Sometimes the roles are reversed, and I always tell the door-holding person “You were here first, go ahead,” and they smile. Nevertheless, your point is valid, and that’s why I moved on without giving her any indication of my annoyance.
Now, how about a proper minirant that we can all sink our teeth into:
I have received about seven calls in the past hour on my cell phone from different numbers leaving the same scammer message “We have just received a notification regarding your tax filings from the headquarters which will …”
It’s 2018, and we can’t solve this problem. Ugh.
Hey, I thought this was the Pit, not grateful compliments about annoying pedantry! 
Is Tang a fruit?