Once you’ve taken those 2 slices out, cut each in half. Push the large remaining center slice over to one edge of the burger and distribute the half slices around it.
Not that you should have to!
My local Trader Joe’s keeps moving things around. The latest example, yesterday I was looking for crumbled feta. I know they have it; I’ve bought it there many times before. But when I looked in the cheese case, where it’s always been, it wasn’t there. I looked around the rest of the dairy section and couldn’t find it. Finally I asked an employee and learned now they put it in the produce section, by the salad dressings. I guess that vaguely makes sense; people often put feta on salads, so put the vegetables, dressings, and feta together. But it’s the last place I would have looked for it. I expect it to be with the cheese, since, you know, feta is a kind of cheese.
Yes, I agree, feta belongs with the cheese. Yesterday I was at the grocery store and asked for some chicken salad at the deli. I was told it was already prepackaged, but it wasn’t at the refrigerated deli section. It was over by one of the entrances which is over by the produce.
It’s like trying to find tofu. Sometimes it’s in dairy, sometimes it’s in produce, now the store has created a “vegan” section exactly one shelf (about 4’) wide in the fridge case between the cheese and butter, and that’s where tofu and veggie dogs and fake cheese and meat slices are now. Oh, and the frozen fake meat (garden burgers, chicken strips, etc)? That’s with the ice cream.
I park in a commercial garage for work. Sometimes the person in the car in front of me takes too long to get the gate open. If they are a first-timer, I’m kind of forgiving but only so much. How long does it take to read the screen saying, “Push the big button?” But today, I was behind a car and the driver took forever to get their card out and hold it in front of the big target below the screen where it says, “Scan your card here.” And THEN, after they scanned their card and the gate lifted, they still just sat there. I guess they can’t drive until they’ve properly indexed their parking pass back in the proper location and noted it in their log. It was only like 10 seconds before they scanned their card and 10 seconds after, but it really annoys me that they don’t have the card ready to scan as they approach the gate. And it REALLY annoys me that they make me wait afterwards. Just drive through, buddy. You can put the card back in your wallet after you park. Or just make a quick-to-reach spot for it in the car.
At every large gathering people will stand in front of and block the only means of ingress or egress. You meet someone you recognize and decide to chat but can’t be bothered to move the chat out of the lane of traffic. Yeah I get it… you haven’t seen Aunt Matilda since last Tuesday so you have to catch up. But how about this? After you say your initial howdy-do’s, move your lard butts off to the side. Your discussion about little Timmy’s upcoming tonsil surgery will wait for the 3 seconds it will take for you to get out of everybody else’s way.
I just noticed this in a couple of other threads. While the ALL-CAPS posting doesn’t seem to occur much, if at all, there is at least one poster who refuses to capitalize anything. It is really irritating (to me, anyway) when the first letter of a sentence isn’t capitalized, nor is the ‘I’ when referring to oneself, nor the first letter of a city or state or country.
Yep. It also makes it a little hard to read. Mind you, sometimes “i” will sip by and I write his name as “trump” no capital- because I don’t like all the other stupid nicknames, and I refuse to honor him.
Oh, that’s fine. He does not deserve a capital T.
The more expensive hangars coated with flocking that holds onto the garment for an unknown purpose and undesirable result. I like the cheaper plastic ones. Grab my shirt and it slides right off. One tug and Bob, drop the DNA kit, we know you’re my uncle.
I dont care for them either. I prefer cedar wood hangars.
The purpose, for what it’s worth, is to prevent clothing with narrow shoulder straps and often slippery material from falling off the hanger. I have some entirely routine sleeveless tank tops that need to be held on the hangar with clothespins; which is fine for ordinary tanks, but not what you’d want to do to a fancy gown or shirt, because the pins might leave dents in the fragile fabric. (I don’t have any such clothing, so I don’t need the coated hangars. But that’s what they’re for.)
I play the bagpipes. There is a set of well-known melodies that are commonly called “massed band tunes”, because they’re played as standards when several pipe bands play together. You hear a lot of these at parades, etc. and a few of these really irk me because I feel like you keep hearing the same inferior music. In particular, I am unnerved by a 3/4 retreat march called “The Green Hills of Tyrol”, which was originally not a Scottish tune at all, but ballet music from the opera “William Tell”. I didn’t take up the bagpipes to play ballet music. You hear it played extremely often, and bands often tune up their pipes to it. Typically it’s paired with a dull retreat march called “When The Battle’s O’er”. I would perhaps not mind it so much, but it’s just overplayed.
Similarly, the bagpipe signature tune the 4/4 “Scotland the Brave” is very often paired with “The Rowan Tree”. I hate this combination. Granted, “Rowan Tree” is good for keeping in step after STB, but the tune was originally a sentimental (and very beautiful) song, not a march, and I feel the combination as incongruent, especially when I think all of the good marches that are NOT being played with STB that could be, and that are not even hard (e.g.: Lord Lovat’s Lament, Badge of Scotland, The Meeting of the Waters). If you’re lucky, a massed band or street band performance will pair STB with “Murdo’s Wedding”, “Wings”, or “Highland Laddie”, and not “Rowan Tree”.
I conserve those flocked hangers as they are ideal for silk scarves, wide-neck slippery rayon dresses, and the like. Otherwise, of course, I hate them.
I have a similar problem with brass bands playing “Eye Level” (the theme
from Van der Valk).
During the beginning and height of the pandemic, my grocery store decided to move everything around. At this time they only allowed ~20 people at a time in the store. There was a line outside with an employee letting one person in for every person that left.
Not a great time to confuse shoppers and double their shopping time. Grrrrr.
So that is what that is called. Thank you. It sounds rather different on pipes and drums than a whole orchestra.
I was trying to watch this video, a Go game played a few years ago between the world’s top ranked player, Ke Jie, and the computer program AlphaGo. The video has a split screen, showing the actual game (Ke Jie and the board on which he’s playing) in a smaller window, while in the main window there is a pair of commentators with a large vertical board on which they would duplicate the game moves and discuss various possible variations and future plays after each move. What’s infuriating is that for long periods, several minutes at a time, the main window would switch to showing the actual game board, ON WHICH NOTHING IS HAPPENING. The commentators would be talking about variations while referring to their vertical board (“If black plays here, then white could play here or here, but this area would be weakened …”) and the video DOES NOT SHOW THE BOARD THAT THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT. The commentary becomes practically useless during these periods. WTF were the producers thinking? There’s already a smaller window in which they can show the game board, but who cares anyway because nothing is happening on the game board. After a while I just gave up and abandoned watching it, which sucks because I really wanted to see this game and hear the commentary.
“The Green Hills of Tyrol” is probably most famous among Americans as being the entrance theme for pro wrestler “Rowdy” Roddy Piper.
I’ve got one.
Years ago, because I kept locking myself out of the house, I suggested we get an electronic lock. (A hidden key was not an option because my husband thinks everything is dangerous all the time.)
For this lock, you can set a four or six digit code. He insisted on a six digit code. No matter how much I explained to him that the purpose of this lock is not to be more secure and it would be trivially easy for a robber to break into our house either way, he insisted on a six digit code.
And my not very coordinated self only has three times to get it right before it beeps and locks me out. I almost never get it right on the first try. Standing in the freezing fucking cold in Winter trying to get the combo exactly right is fucking stressful.
We installed the lock years ago, and it still pisses me off every time I enter the house. The whole purpose was to solve a problem I was having and it basically just invented a new problem.
And this is prime rage material for “we always do things your way.” Because we do. 95% of the time I don’t care, but when I care, it doesn’t matter. He still gets his way.