I work with nuns who wear a habit. It’s not a full one, but they do all wear veils with sensible (usually grey or black or brown or navy) street clothes.
I would never put a gallon milk or OJ onto the table where a meal is being served-lesson learned from mother. I’d find a cite for this (ala Miss Manners or Emily Post) but can’t be bothered. The weird thing is that while milk had to be in a pitcher, we were free to have the cereal boxes on the table–and we kids studied them avidly.
In some column or other, Cecil addresses this tangentially, saying (paraphrased) that next to cereal boxes, beer cans/labels are some of the most read items. IMS, someone had asked about why beer doesn’t have to list its ingredients.
Done by me. Then again, it was during a period of anxiety attacks and terrifying recurring nightmares. Actually, the flailing limbs were replaced by incredibly tensed-up muscles that took a while to relax, but I think that’s close enough for government work, as they say.
Having worked in OB admissions and on a Labor/Delivery floor, I can pretty easily tell you why they do the screaming, rather than the more accurate moaning, grunting and groaning:
The normal noises that accompany labor sound remarkably like sex noises.Swear to god, on a busy night, your average hospital’s labor floor will sound like a porn studio.
I will go to bed with a light left on for mrAru, and he will forget to turn it off … but then again we sleep with the tv on in the bedroom so it is normally failry bright to your standards in the bedroom. Also my aerogarden automatically turns on at 5 am and off at 10 pm, no matter what time we rise and sleep, and it probably wont change to match daylight savings time … unless I think to reset it.
Look, he was military, and had to sleep when it was his shift to sleep, and I put in enough years working third shift that either of us can [demonstratively] fall asleep on a sofa in a busy hospital waiting room. A little light in the bedroom is nothing, we could probably fall asleep in the center ring of a circus if we were tired and wanted a nap.
I have trouble understanding people who need absolute silence and darkness to fall asleep … simply because I have never been one of them. I have the other form of insomnia sometimes, where once I wake up, that is it for the night … but it has nothing to do with light or sound. [personally I have the idea it has something to do with how my brain is wired that gives me migraines as well as dyslexia and aphasia.]
I’ve never seen anyone kick the tires when shopping for a used car. I’m not even sure why anyone would do that–the tires are one of the easier fixes on a car, and I’m not sure what sort of diagnostic purpose kicking one would have, anyway.
My sister tells me that Mexican women really do scream blood murder while in labor, though. We hve significant Mexican population here, and when my sister went to the hospital to deliver her first child, she could hear all sorts of screaming coming from other birthing rooms. When she asked about it the nurses told her, “It’s the Mexican women. They all do that. They’ve got the moms and sisters and aunts around them telling them to scream loud.”
I don’t think this is done so much anymore, but I believe it’s one of those things that Hollywood keeps doing because it’s already been established and used for a while, kind of like the two eyehole when you get a binoculars-eye view of some stock footage.
The thought behind it is if someone sells you a car with some crappy tires on it, they’re probably selling you a crappy car.
That’s a good one, too: When you’re using properly-adjusted binoculars, your field of view is a single circle, not the Mastercard logo shape you always see in movies.
Florideans can have some very amusing ideas about what constitutes cold (through Dorothy & Sofia are from Brooklyn and Rose is from Minnesota). The really odd thing is why did they even have a furnace and central heating in the first place? :dubious: Houses that far south usually don’t have either because it cold enough days to make them cost effective; central AC is another story.
I’ve had two drinks thrown in my face, on two separate occasions, by two separate women. The second time was in Antarctica, at the bar at the Palmer research station. The final straw was when she said she was going to throw the drink in my face, and I replied “Better women than you have done that”.
