Those ahead and who signal in advance have the right of way. You do not have the right to speed u pand cut somebody off. You cannot "side swip" a vehicle behind you; the vehicle has to be at you side.
Nope. Before making a lane change you must make sure the way is clear. Turning on a signal does not give you the right to just shove over into other people's lanes just because they are not ahead or apace of your vehicle.
Don't believe me? ask a cop.
There is a bakery in my neighbourhood that frequently annoys me by putting an apostrophe in front of any S on their advertisements (which they'd spell adverti'sement's) Argh!!!!!
This week I finally broke and undertook a desperate effort to explain basic grammatical rules to them. Their reaction was "ah! surely you are a [imply utterly despised, meddling and very annoying] teacher!"
Never in my whole life was I more tempted to scream "No, damn it! I'm just someone who learned spelling at primary school!"
Really, what's the world coming to if people don't even master their native language and teacher is a swearword?! I shudder to think that these are the people who'll decide the fates of nations (and pay our pensions) one day.
That's similar to American product names with unnecessary accent marks, like the invented name Häagen-Dazs or the Plymouth Volaré (a car made in the 1970s). I guess we unsophisticated Yanks are supposed to think anything with an accent mark has a European flair.This new fashion of using them [apostrophes] appears to be an attempt to ape English/American spelling. People seem to think it modish. Frankly, it's just embarrassing as they rape two languages in one go (and in 4 inch letters, I might add...)
Ȋ hãvė ãlŵăŷš fēļť ţħăt åcçeñt mäřķś ġĭve ƫhê ŵŗĭtŧeņ wõrđ å špečiāl åïr õf diĝňĭtŷ ąñđ ŗēşpėċtäbïlîťÿ.That's similar to American product names with unnecessary accent marks, like the invented name Häagen-Dazs or the Plymouth Volaré (a car made in the 1970s). I guess we unsophisticated Yanks are supposed to think anything with an accent mark has a European flair.
I know it varies from brand to brand, but I find that "off brand" products are just as good, if not better, than their name brand counterparts.I'm still annoyed by this, even though it was a month or two ago.
So, I'm walking through Wal-Mart and my eyes spot a new cereal: Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes.
Yes.
Both cereals in one box. Just the marshmallows from Lucky Charms, mixed with Frosted Flakes. clearly, there must be a God.
So, I buy it even though it was four dollars before taxes. I love the marshmallows and Frosted Flakes are so soft and sugary, they're a dream.
Well, the frustration set in upon opening the box.
Opening it I spent time after time digging through it for the marshallows. Why? Because this box that eliminates the bits of Lucky Charms nobody cares about and only uses the marshmallows, had barely any fucking marshmallows in it! It had less than a regular box of Lucky Charms. Much less. I don't mean a slight bit less.
Then the frustration was compounded over what apparently Frosted Flakes is now:
Not flaky, hard and cruncky, shaped like a shrunk Pringle, with barely any sugar in it and looking like it contains more grains than sugar. This isn't Frosted Flakes. This is what cheap knock-offs are supposed to be. Hell, I probably can't even say that -- cheap knock-offs probably taste way way better now!
Fuck that Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes combo box. In the ass. With the biggest goddamn brick that can be found until Tony the tiger squeal like a little piggy. Then Lucky is next.
Never again will I buy that. Never again will I buy Frosted Flakes since this is what it is now.
It would have been cheaper and yielded more marshmallows to simply buy a smaller box of Lucky Charms.
EDIT:
Another Wal-Mart story.
So, I go up to the deli. This new guy is behind the counter. I asked for a dollar's worth of a certain kind of chicken.
He picks up a cup, which has a fixed price of $2.50. I re-state what I wanted and point to a plastic container that would hold the amount, sitting on top of the food holders. He picks up the plastic demonstration container. I tell him that's for costumers to look at -- there are plastic continers mere inches from him stacked up. He grabs one.
Then he starts scooping up a different kind of chicken. I re-state my order a third fucking time.
His excuse? "Man, you're still throwing me off"
Then before I can approve of the price, he rings me up and slaps on a sticker for $1.44 worth of the chicken I asked for. $0.44 over what I asked for three fucking times.
Don't do drugs, kids.
Then a day or so ago I get this cashier:
She opens up her register and tells people she can ring them up. She enters her number incorrectly like half a dozen times. Meanwhile I'm standing there, having placed my items on the belt with the bar code facing toward me so when she picks it up she doesn't have to look for it, with the "Lane Closed" sign behind my food, since I so generously picked it up and brought it to her since she was apparently incapable.
Then she rings me up and gives me my change back, but moves her had before I've secured it so change drops into a bag. Then a mere few feet away I have to turn around because she gave me two dollars back instead of the seventeen dollars I was owed back. She's already ringing up another person, so I have to wait for that to finish and for her to get a CSM to open the register.
The CSM also has to turn back on the register light, because instead of doing what Wal-Mart employees are supposed to do, set the light to flash on and off, indicating they need help from a CSM, she shut it off.
Again, don't do drugs, kids.
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