I dont miss my right kidney Pancho. (:))
+1
I don’t miss swarms of seventy-leven school buses flooding the roads and adding to the already burgeoning rush hour traffic of mid/late afternoon.
I don’t miss having somebody breathing down my neck in the checkout line. I have often resorted to putting my cart between me and the person behind me in line. I need the room to use the credit card pad without you stepping on me. Back the eff off!
I like this six feet apart thing. Can we keep it?
I will never shake another hand or accept another hug for the rest of my life. Never cared for either in the first place, but enough, already.
Since MrsRico and I are mostly homebound anyway, there’s not much we don’t miss vs the bits we DO miss.
Traffic on our rough mountain road has dropped from a dozen to a half-dozen vehicles daily but this is still the wet season so we haven’t a lot of road dust to miss. Fewer intruders, human or ursine, amble nearby, so I don’t miss neighbors’ dogs barking but I could just turn off my new hearing aids if they get bothersome.
If I don’t want to miss, I’ll use a shotgun.
The NYC sky is remarkably clear and haze-free. There are very few people driving cars. Also, hardly any airplanes flying over.
Another “not missing the obscured sky” person. I went out to get the paper this morning and twilight was already well under way. Yet I could see stars. Almost as many as the darkest, clearest winter night.
I’m going out tonight and look around when it’s good and dark. (Well, there is a fat Moon mucking things up. Maybe in a couple weeks it will be even better.)
I don’t miss professional sports on TV. I don’t miss idiots yammering about professional sports on TV.
+1000.
Although I still have to endure rabid sports-heads engage in speculative or historical sports blather in the absence of blathering on about current sports. Alas, the breakroom at work is still uninhabitable. ( Yeah, I’m one of those “essential employees”, though I wish I weren’t )
Would you explain this, please? I have a feeling I’d find it very amusing, if only I understood it.
Yeah, I’m “that guy” who needs the joke explained…
School shootings
Well, the traffic is fantastic, for one. I think I have to go back to the 80’s to recall a time when the streets were this clear.
More than that, though, this is sweet vindication. Know how pretty everyone is admonishing us to all wash our hands, if we’re sick stay home, keep your distance, find something you can do at home, etc.? Well, none of this is a problem for me because I’d already been doing that for most of my life. For reasons I needn’t elaborate on, I go to the bathroom a lot, which means frequent hand washing, and I have oily skin so frequent face washing as well. My face is so bad, in fact, that I pretty much have to take a washcloth and bar of soap wherever I go. I’m not confrontational by nature, and I don’t do things like back-slaps chest bumps unless I’m absolutely certain they’re okay with it. And my life pretty much since getting my current job…I say plainly, with neither bitterness nor haughtiness…has been my computer. Go figure, the Internet really opened up the world, and now humdrum amusements like nightclubs or movie theaters don’t appeal to me anymore.
I mean, it’s sad that we as a nation need to be reminded of incredibly basic things like personal hygiene, respecting other people’s personal space, and having the one absolutely essential tool of the modern era, but it’s good to know that I’m already on base with all of that…and if the rest of the nation becomes more bearable as well, so much the better.
Not a joke, I’ve long had an intense dislike for Sandy Duncan, who continues to flaunt her excellent health. Rats get fat while brave men die.
I don’t miss the pressure to be going out and doing something interesting all the time. This weekend I’m staying home and doing nothing. That’s often true even when there is no quarantine, but at least I don’t have people making me feel bad about it now.
I don’t miss hockey at all. No hockey coverage in the newspaper; no hockey on TV; no stupid/drunk hockey fans wandering the streets. Hopefully the stupid hockey team here folds, and I never need to hear about them again.
Huh, I would have given medium odds on the ‘dead’ side of the bet ‘is Sandy Duncan still alive’, since I haven’t heard anything about her in years.
Because you really hate Wheat thins?
I said the same thing today. I’m making the same amount of food and just as often, but there’s something about boxing it up for school the next day that I hate.
listening to my co-workers bellyache and b*tch when things don’t go their way … and b.s. and backstab people when things do go their way. then people wonder why i wear headphones all day.
Lunch duty. I don’t want to be a waitress, I was lousy at it. Now I don’t even get to hope for tips.
Filling the gas tank every week.
Fort Wayne drivers. OK, they’re still around, but I don’t have to dodge them every day.