Today seems to be a day for weird occurrences.
Beware the ides of... October?
Beware the ides of... October?
Boy can I sympathize with that!Ok, so I'm old and my memory is broken. I try and try to remember something that I wanted to tell someone and it blinks out of my pathetic old brain just before my mouth opens. I'll be talking and suddenly I can't think of the word I want, although sometimes I can get the first letter. Adventures in aging.
wait for season 1 episode 5 of the new picard showWhen bald people wash their face, how far up do they go?
When bald people wash their face, how far up do they go?
My son bought some lures for fishing and weirdly on the back of the package it says "Only for the fish. Do not do to the children." Also, the package marked Super Frog (with a picture of a frog on top) actually contained a mouse-shaped lure inside.
There are various nuances to saying "Excuse me."I think with excuse me it’s more about tone than volume.If you’re going to say “excuse me” to somebody (for whatever reason) then fucking well SAY IT. Out loud. Don’t whisper.
It’s more rude to whisper “excuse me” than to not say it at all.
If there’s the slightest sarcastic note, it’s like you’re saying “You’re a moron for being in my way in the first place”. But if there’s a tone like you’re asking a favor, you’re just saying “Please let me pass”.
I guess the difference when I use the phrase is that "Excuse me, please" means "You're in my way, please let me pass" and if the person doesn't move, repeating it louder means, "GTFO of my way!" The other day at Walmart I must have encountered half a dozen people who figured it was okay to stand around chatting while people were trying to find stuff on the shelves behind them, and leave their carts in the middle of the aisle. I ended up letting a couple of oblivious women know that the middle of the aisle wasn't the best place for a chat, so would they mind going elsewhere - since I was trying to reach the things they were standing in front of, and they'd been standing there for at least 10-15 minutes... and as for the cart, I finally asked, "Could whoever belongs to this cart please move it?"
I live in Canada, where we have sane gun laws. And it's the custom here that if someone asks you to move so they can get something off a shelf, you move.I have to assume that the reason that you are still alive, is that you do not live in an open or concealed weapon carry state.![]()
I went to that specific aisle because that's where the things I wanted were to be found. I'd already gone around and around, looking for them, and had to ask a staff member... who found what I wanted, on the shelf next to those two yappy people who had zero consideration for anyone else. I was polite at first, but when they only moved about half an inch, I told them that they were in the way of what I was looking for, these aisles weren't the place for long conversations, so would they mind chatting somewhere else. At this point I'd already been looking for this stuff for over 10 minutes (hard to fathom that it should be so impossible to find peanut butter and honey, but when you have two people plus their carts just standing there blocking others from looking at the shelves and getting at anything there...) and was not in the mood for any more waiting.When dealing with such folks whom have zero social grace and or awareness, I back-up, reaccess my shopping list, i.e. underline it to go back; then go up or down a different aisle. Why instigate w/ idiots?
Just my humble opinion from someone, now carrying "well earned"--and sometimes stupidly ingrained-- scars and experience.
I live in Canada, where we have sane gun laws. And it's the custom here that if someone asks you to move so they can get something off a shelf, you move.
I went to that specific aisle because that's where the things I wanted were to be found. I'd already gone around and around, looking for them, and had to ask a staff member... who found what I wanted, on the shelf next to those two yappy people who had zero consideration for anyone else. I was polite at first, but when they only moved about half an inch, I told them that they were in the way of what I was looking for, these aisles weren't the place for long conversations, so would they mind chatting somewhere else. At this point I'd already been looking for this stuff for over 10 minutes (hard to fathom that it should be so impossible to find peanut butter and honey, but when you have two people plus their carts just standing there blocking others from looking at the shelves and getting at anything there...) and was not in the mood for any more waiting.
When dealing with such folks whom have zero social grace and or awareness, I back-up, reaccess my shopping list, i.e. underline it to go back; then go up or down a different aisle.
The proper thing to shout when people block the aisles is “Engine room! Give me RAMMING SPEED!!” And then collide with them at roughly Mach 2.
Okay, next time I'll PM you my shopping list and you can deal with people like that. I hope you don't have too long a trip to get here.I repeat, with all sincerity and good-will:
Social backwardness must at times be ignored and one's mood checked and patience engaged. I speak from respectful experience.
Okay, next time I'll PM you my shopping list and you can deal with people like that. I hope you don't have too long a trip to get here.
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