The company 4Imprint (they make products with your company’s logo on it) have a whole series of commercials where various people use the name “4Imprint” to indicate absolute certainty about something. “Are you 4Imprint certain?”
It’s really unimportant, and I’m probably being overly pedantic, but it really annoys me when people get the names of airlines wrong. And for some reason people seem to get Alaska Airlines’ name wrong all the time, maybe because they’re a smaller airline and aren’t really a household name like the big guys.
That’s their name: Alaska Airlines. It’s not “Alaska Air”. It’s not “Alaskan Airlines”. It’s most definitely not “Alaskan Air”. It’s Alaska Airlines.
I could not remember the name.
However other posters have filled it in, so thanks to them.
Yep.
Yep and thanks.
Sorry. 
There’s a popular YouTube channel where a Portuguese guy cooks quintessential American foods. It’s kind of fun, he almost reminds me of Swedish Chef character from The Muppets, except he’s Portuguese instead of Swedish (and a real person). Except the thing that mildly annoys me is that he seems to assume any recipe he finds on any US based YouTube channel must be “American Food.” For example, he made a video called something like “I Tried American Goulash”. Maybe it’s just me, but as an American I don’t think of goulash as American food, I think of it as Eastern European food that happens to be somewhat popular in America as well. He’s done videos like that on tamales and fajitas as well (Ok, Tex-Mex is arguable American, but I really think Mexico and Central America should get credit for tamales).
From my experience, I suspect that ‘goulash’ is a name that can mean different things to different cooks, some of them with zero regard for where it came from or what it’s supposed to have in it.
The “goulash” that our school cafeteria served probably didn’t have much in common with the Eastern European version.
Cueing in @pulykamell …
American Goulash
Staple of elementary school cafeterias everywhere.
Yeah, I’m not entirely sure how that beefy mac dish became known as “goulash” in some quarters. Maybe the name is evocative of something that looks like that? I don’t know. Hungarian goulash is a soup/stew make with beef, paprika, onions, and lard primarily. It’s definitely a stewy type of dish, and definitely not make with ground beef, and any starch is typically served on the side (if making the more stew-like version known as pörkölt in Hungarian) or potatoes in the soup if making the more soupy version known as gulyás. I mean, the soup version can also contain plucked noodles called csipetke, but it’s not used in quantity and the effect is completely different.
Now, I didn’t grow up knowing the name “goulash” for the school cafeteria dish. My parents were Polish and around our house, gulasz (pronounced like “goulash”) was similar to Hungarian pörkölt, and made just as often with pork as with beef (and in Hungary, pörkölt can be any manner of stewing meat.) The beefy mac I think we just called it beefaroni, but the internet tells me those names aren’t quite interchangeable, so I don’t know. I don’t really have a problem with somebody calling it goulash, though I’d prefer “American goulash” to disambiguate what exactly I’m going to be eating. Just don’t call it “Hungarian goulash.” I don’t know if that actually happens, but don’t do that.
At my school we called it “barfaroni,” a takeoff of “beefaroni.” It looked like it had already been eaten, but didn’t taste that bad.
Ya know what really grinds my gears? When I pull out a tissue, or a disinfecting wipe, and get the next two or three as well. I’d really like it if I could just have one for now, and if it’s really hard to get more out, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
I hate cleaning wipes that won’t tear off like they’re supposed to. Then you have to pull more out, and it’s hard to stuff them back in far enough to get the lid closed so they don’t dry out.
… that’s good for business …
We had “Spring Surprise”- the surprise was it wasnt spring veggies at all, but, tough vegetables. It was nasty beyond belief.
I’m at work. I just took a call and told the caller he needed to talk to one of my co-workers. Since we operate with cell phones, I had to give him the name and number (can’t transfer). This makes me want to scream.
Me: I’ll give you the number of the person you should talk to.
Caller: Ok
Me: His name is “Dean Martin”…
Caller: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Ok his name is?
Me: Dean Martin
Caller: Ok Dean?
Me: Yes. His number is…
Caller: Wait, wait. Ok, I’m ready.
Me: 111…
Then I pause because I have no idea if he’s still writing down the number. I get no response like “Ok”. So
Me: 222…
Caller: Wait, 111?
Me: Yes. 111-222…
Again no acknowledgement of him hearing the next numbers or if he’s done writing.
Me: 3333
As I’m saying 3333, he starts talking over me
Caller: 222?
Me: Yes 222-3333
Caller: Ok so 222-3333?
Me: Yes
Caller: And his name is Dean?
Me: Yes
My wife’s sister insists on mailing birthday cards for my wife’s adult children (and their children) to our house instead of just finding out what their addresses are and mailing them directly. I can feel the steam shooting out of my ears every time I go to the mailbox and find a birthday card for someone else c/o us in there. It shouldn’t bug me, but it does. (Mostly because I barely tolerate my SIL to begin with.)
Have you tried sending her their correct addresses? Or are they moving around so much that this doesn’t work?
– I’ve been told, for one of my adult neices, to send mailed items to her parents’ house; though she’s over there often enough that it’s not a problem for them to get such things to her.
Yeah, my son moved around so much that he got all his mail at my house for four years or so after he moved out.No way anyone ( including me) could keep up with addresses.
I am irrationally angry anytime I read an article bemoaning high rates of parental estrangement as if the children are being unreasonable. I read an article like this weeks ago and I’m still thinking about messaging the author.
My mother in law insists on getting gifts for people, but she won’t put any effort into picking them out, she just sends nagging messages for us to send her a collection of links to things we want. My husband told her our kid needed pajamas and she absolutely could not handle that decision on her own. We had to figure it all out and tell her exactly which ones to buy. It drives me apeshit.