You're a terrible person and you should feel bad (Confess!)

I used to put ( non chick) tracts in boxes of beer in the store.

New York-style hot dogs, and Chicago-style hot dogs, are both pompous, bloated, overwrought monstrosities. A hot dog should have a piece of bread, a piece of meat, and not more than three toppings. And ketchup is a valid option.

I like steaks cooked at least medium. And in most of the restaurants in my town, I have to order them medium-well to get them cooked properly.

I brew tea by putting a tea bag into a cup of water, and putting them all into the microwave oven. The hatred of tea bags is snobbery. I am aware that the high-end brands do not come in tea bags, but that is the manufacturers’ fault, not the technology’s.

Not to me, BBQ sauce- although some have a kinda sweet base- also add smokey and spicy.

I do like A1/ heinz57 on a burger, which have a ketchup-like base, but it is not ketchup.

But again, at my BBQ I might not have a bottle of ketchup there, but if you bring some and put it on your hot dog- it is your hot dog. If you order your burger well done- well done it is. Steak? I can not bring myself to cook good cuts well done, but how about Medium/well? But if it is a cheaper breakfast steak, I can do it pretty well done.

At your BBQ, of course, you can cook anything for you the way you like it, and if you can not bring yourself to make mine rare/medium-rare, then medium it is. I can work with others.

Chicago? Yeah, too much crap. But NY is mustard and sauerkraut, right?

I prefer just a good brown mustard (maybe some dill pickle) or maybe chili and cheese. But a chili-dog is a different animal IMHO.

See, the point is nobody should be giving a shit what other people like to eat. I don’t care if you do or don’t like BBQ sauce. Food tastes different to everyone. No one is the arbiter of what tastes good to other people. Some people don’t like sweets. Some people don’t like fish. It’s nobody’s place to tell someone what food they should or shouldn’t like.

Mustard (any type really, including sweeter mustards) and raw onions on a bun. That’s how I have every hotdog or polish or bratwurst. For decades now and I’m pretty fond of higher-quality hotdogs to the point where I will often favor them over burgers.

I too put ketchup on my scrambled eggs. Though not in public :grinning: (if I’m eating eggs out, I always have them over toast and I will not put ketchup on toast). I didn’t do this as a kid and when I mentioned this recently to my parents, they were thoroughly repulsed. Ketchup is for marinades, topping meat loaf and occasionally scrambled eggs or fried potatoes. Never for non-loafed meat. I’ll also happily dip fries and onion rings in mayo, usually with some fresh ground black pepper grated on top. I’m picky and weird - we all are. Nothing anyone should feel bad about. Well, unless you like Miracle Whip. Then you’re just a monster :slightly_smiling_face:.

I do feel a little shame (and regrets) over a few things, but like Gatopescado I’m not sharing.

My neighbor to one side has a pair of floodlights on a motion sensor mounted so they partially illuminate one side of my house. It’s a perfectly reasonable location as they are intended to light his driveway and carport. Unfortunately, that is the end of my house with our master bedroom. While we don’t have a window facing his house, the lights do shine through the guest bedroom window and illuminate out hallway. They turn on for several minutes sometimes for unknown reasons, and sometimes he manages to get them turned on continuously. It was distracting enough that we had to keep the guest bedroom door closed at night.

About four years ago, the house was sold. The first night after the moving truck left, I took a ladder and changed the direction of the fixtures to try to reduce the light cast on our house. It helped, but not that much. A day or two later, the new owners moved in. They were not warm or friendly to us. A couple days later, I took my ladder and went over and replaced the flood lamps with lower output units a little after midnight. My wife and I still weren’t happy with the result. After a couple more days, I did it again, installing flood lamps that were about as powerful as old 60-watt incandescent bulbs. They were pathetic. That did the trick. The lamps are still there and the neighbor has never seemed to notice anything.

About a year ago, we got a new neighbor on the OTHER side and he started to leave his driveway lights on all the time. So I went over late one night…

Seeing a pattern?

I’m seeing a local news report and mugshot.

Those were my exact thoughts as I was doing it.

I want in on your next caper.

The neighbor BEHIND me built a storage unit near our common fence and put a very high output light above the door. It is almost in my direct line of sight when I watch TV in our den. Sometimes it’s on for days, sometimes it’s not. Just saying.

Let’s branch out.

I was thinking, we swamp the flowers in the flower beds of your two adjacent neighbors.

The first neighbor DOES have an old above-ground pool they never use.

Say more…

I think once I’ve developed an MO and an unnatural dislike for (inconsiderate) light pollution, I should probably stick with what I do best.

Of course there are some limits are gatherings as some smells will set off allergies.

Yeah. Criminal activity. Trespass, petty larceny, etc. This is unwise, a good way to start a feud, or get arrested or even shot. Do not do this.

Why not just talk to the people, or get some window treatment.

Maybe someone saw you up on a ladder messing with their new house and told them about it. Or there may be a security camera that recorded you doing this.

Right, I would be ticked off if someone messed with my floodlights, and especially if they changed out my flood lamps without permission.

:man_facepalming:

This is why we can’t have nice things.

I don’t drink coffee. I drink tea. I like my tea as dark as my soul. I don’t just steep, I leave the teabag in until I’m done drinking.

Same.

I think if smells set off your allergies you might oughta stay home.

I ain’t sorry.