Incubus:
Cell-phone usage, and trying to be frugal with minutes (they sure add up over a month!)
For a while, I had a cell phone through my mom’s plan. since it was so inexpensive to have, she paid for mine, but told me to only use it sparingly/in emergencies. I thought it was kind of pointless to have a phone and never use it because you are fretting about using it too much.
One month I went over my allotted minutes and my mom went through the roof when she saw the bill (can’t remember what it was). I offered to pay it, but oh no, she wasn’t having any of that- it would have somehow absolved me of guilt/responsibility. Better I feel guilty I am burdening a single mother than learn my lesson by paying my own damn bill.
My current residence has no land line, so my cell is my primary phone now. I am usually pretty good at using it during ‘non peak’ hours but had been rather chatty during lunch breaks at work with my girlfriend. Very ironic moment happened a few months ago. While my girlfriend was visiting, I opened up my phone bill.
Incubus: TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS?! WHAT THE HELL?!
God damn my mother and her lessons of cell-phone responsibility
Do you have any idea how old this makes me feel?
gosh darn kids with cell phones are bad enough! Now they’re grown up!
Toilskt
December 6, 2006, 8:01pm
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Auntbeast:
Table Manners. Little things like putting the napkin in your lap, chewing with your mouth closed, holding the fork properly.
I lost my cool with a customer the other day who was about 70 smacking away so loudly on the snacks we provide, mouth open, smack, smack, smack, I finally turned to him and said “YOU HAVE TO STOP THAT!” He asked what? I said “smacking your food, eating with your mouth open, just STOP!” He got offended, but not nearly as offended as I was, or as offended as the poor players across from him watching him eat goldfish crackers open mouth and all smacky. UGGGGGHHHH!!!
Fast forward to Thanksgiving dinner. Unfortunately, due to the placement of my 14 month old daughter, I had to sit across from my 25 year old sister in law, who holds her fork like a shovel, smacks her food LOUDLY and insists on talking with a mouth full of food. Did I mention she doesn’t use a napkin?
I thank my stars every day that when I look around at the horrific table manners of people around me that my mother pounded that shit into my head.
OMG, lip smackers piss me off SOOOOO much. Also, they don’t realise it so when you tell them to stop making the noise they DON’T 'cause they don’t think they’re making a noise and when you tell them they are, they just say “it’s the noise from chewing the food.” GRRRRRRRRRRAAAHHHHHHH! So I feel your pain Auntbeast.
Yeah, and now that you’re the one that has to crawl up on a step-stool and change the stupid things.
And, Grandma, I understand now that driving really fast isn’t always the best strategy for getting from Point A to Point B.
SurrenderDorothy:
First a slight hijack- maybe you can explain this to me.
My dad has this big tall glass that he uses occasionally. It’s not special. It’s just a glass. A few times like two years ago, when I was feeling lazy and didn’t want to wash a glass and just wanted some water or something, I used it. And then I washed it carefully and put it back where it belongs.
he FREAKED OUT. Went totally ballistic. I didn’t see the big deal- I mean, it’s not like he couldn’t use it or like I had germs or I had misplaced it or not cleaned it or not cleaned it well. I just used it.
He freaked out so much that now, every two weeks or so, he gets in my face all, “YOU USED MY GLASS AGAIN!!! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO DO THAT!!!” when nobody’s touched his stupid glass.
so, adult dopers? will I understand this when I get older?
Does he have dentures? Could that be the glass he soaks them in? Or could it be his “tooth brushing glass”? Maybe it holds exactly the amount of water he needs to drink per day?
A story in today’s news that reminded me of this thread.
A 12-year old girl was reported missing when her father went to pick her up at school yesterday and she wasn’t there. Police combed the neighborhood, knocked on the doors of all the registered sex offenders in the area, put out alerts on the local TV stations, etc.
This morning, the girl showed up at school, oblivious to all the fuss. She had decided to spend the night at a friend’s house (apparently not one of the friends that were contacted last night).
I’m sure she had no idea what she put her parents and others through.
