I don’t see what the problem is with either one of these.
My SO’s sister in law is exactly like this. Every time we go to a restaurant she has to ask twenty questions and always make a substitution and often sends her food back if it’s not 100% to perfection. It’s super annoying to go out to eat with her. I’m not saying she shouldn’t send the food back if it’s wrong, but she sends it back if the veggies are not cooked to her specification. I bet people are spitting in her food all the time in the back.
Haha, oh my, what could they have possibly done to stop the cop from carrying guns in there anyway? Overpower him?
The beach restaurant - cordoned area inside - tables outside on the beach. These two sit down outside the cordoned, then observe a dog wandering along the beach. I’m called over - I better get rid of that dog or they are not going to be able to stay on the PUBLIC beach - the woman is allergic to dogs and apparently it’ll be worse for me if she gets an attack and I have to call the ambulance.
Our neighborhood post office has a self-service electronic kiosk so that people who need to buy stamps, or mail a couple of packages, don’t have to stand in the ever-present line at the counter – they can just buy stamps or postage for a package and go. It’s great: three or four minutes selecting what you want to buy, swipe a credit card, toss the envelope or box in the mail slot and you’re gone. The only time I ever have to stand in the counter line is to pick up a piece of registered mail.
A year or two ago, I needed to buy some stamps. There was one woman at the kiosk with a stack of what appeared to be 20 or more wedding invitations. She was using the kiosk to look up the zip code for the address on each envelope (the kiosk does have that functionality, but I imagine the thinking behind it was that it wouldn’t be used for 20 individual addresses since it takes at least 60 seconds to enter just one address).
After standing in line for seven or eight minutes, incredulity spreading among myself and the people who’d queued up behind us while waiting for this person to look up individual zip codes and then write the zip code on each envelope (I’d already spent some of the time wondering to myself why she didn’t have the zip codes when she’d written the rest of the addresses on the envelopes before arriving at the post office), I asked, politely, “Are you really using the kiosk to look up the zip codes for all of those addresses?” Replied the woman, “Well, yes, these envelopes have to be mailed today,” and then she went back to keying in the next address.
I had no words to share with the woman. I was so angry that I just left. My envelope didn’t have to be mailed that day.
Thank you. Now we know a lot more about you than we did before.
We were at a restaurant a couple of weeks ago, taking out some friends, and a family of four settled at a nearby table. Both little kids had their eyes glued to electronic devices, and one of them - without headphones - began watching an episode of “Budgie the Little Helicopter” at full volume (I could hear the dialogue and lovely sound of the rotors). It was the craziest thing. We all gave them looks, and at one point the mom gave me a look back - like “what’re ya gonna do about it?”
In a lot of cases I would have at least said something to the waiter, but frankly he didn’t seem like the intervening type, and also the dad was one of those angry-looking guys with big biceps and so yeah I wussed out because I didn’t want to deal with the drama.
It’s a lot more than allergy entitlement - it’s entitlement, period. Like, somehow they are special, and they don’t have to observe the same rules (written and un-written) that make up our society. I suspect that they appreciate rules like no parking in the fire lane, because that means that it’s free for THEM to park there when they want to go shopping.
When I’m Supreme Empress of the World, these people will be the first up against the wall.
My sister is like this, too. She’s not allergic to eggs - she has a mild food intolerance. In her mind, though, that means that anything with even a hint of egg must not touch her plate. Someone mentioned drama queen looking for attention - that’s her.
I didn’t know what to make of that post - seriously, you don’t get that people occupying a public park don’t get to make rules for what the police can do?
that would be more than enough to make me stop going anywhere to eat with someone.
I don’t think anyone really knows.
I’m somewhat alarmed at the explosion of peanut allergies (note: peanuts are legumes, not nuts).
When I was a kid in the 70s, almost no one had food allergies. It was hard to make people understand that eating tree nuts really did make me extremely sick and would land me in the hospital.
Now it seems that every other kid is allergic to peanuts, and not just an ingestion allergy, they seem to have serious reactions to being in the same room as a peanut. I can’t imagine the stress on a parent.
Anyway, one theory is that ppl eat a lot more processed foods now, so kids are exposed to allergens (such as peanut) much earlier than they would’ve been in previous generations.
Another theory is the hygiene theory, that we’re so clean our bodies don’t know what to react against and goes on the rampage against things like dog dander and peanuts.
But overall, we don’t know.
A desensitization process is being tested for peanuts – I hope it’s helpful.
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The grocery store where I shop most often has designated spots for parents with small children. As often as not, I will see people park in those spots and emerge sans child or really anything resembling ability to produce offspring. Exclusively to date it’s a woman in her mid to late middle age. (Weird that I never caught a guy doing it yet.) Big SUV. Expensive handbag. Over sized designer glasses. Dressed as if she just ran through Neimann Marcus and grabbed random articles off the hangers. Powered by Ritalin and vodka.
The times I catch them emerging from the car I’ll make eye contact, then look at the sign directly over their car, then back to them, then back to the sign. Now and then I’ll casually point out that it’s a spot for parents with small children. It makes them fucking insanely self conscious and angry to the point where they’ll mutter something incomprehensible and stomp off into the store. If I happen to be going in as well, I’ll torture them further by looking at them directly if they are in the same aisle.
The last time this happened I arrived home to find the woman lived in the same subdivision as me. So I parked and deliberately walked past her to my mailbox as she stood talking to someone, grocery bag in hand. Looked right at her and nodded. She recognized me and turned her back. Priceless.
You were lucky she was someone easily cowered. As a childfree person, I always park in those baby-on-board or pregnant women spots in protest of the stores given preferential treatment to people because of their reproductive choices. If anyone asks (and I have been asked), I’ll tell them that. Depending on my mood, I may also mention the satisfication it gives me to think about the greater possibilities of a pregnant woman tripping or a free range child being hit by a car because they have to walk a few feet further before walking all over the aisles of a giant supermarket. I quite enjoy the looks of horror that often result.
Probably the whole table’s… 
If it’s the pizza place I think it is, they seem to do quite well for themselves. At least, I’ve never seen them without a line to the door.
Cool. I often park in handicap parking spots. Because 'eff them! Amirite?! We can swap some stories. :rolleyes:
There’s a difference in providing closer parking spots for people that have legitimate disabilities which make walking difficult and providing people with closer parking spots because they forgot to take their birth control pills. I would never park in a handicap spot.
From my understanding, pregnancy (late, anyway) can make walking and carrying things more difficult/uncomfortable.
No, I get it. Those dumb whores probably get themselves knocked up just to piss you off. We’re totally on the same page.
Oh, and just want to point out, you are so in the right thread.
I’ve been known to tell people that I’m about eight hours pregnant.
Any time I go someplace with my mother and she sees those pregnant woman spots, she points out that pregnancy is not itself a handicap, and that when she went into labour with me she was hanging storm windows on the second floor.
One of us is backwards, maybe it’s me. I took his remark to mean that he didn’t see what was wrong with the people objecting to guns being worn by police.