Well, I blow dried a bunch of potatoes once. After a female friend told me you were supposed to peel them THEN wash'em.
Though I admit it was done more for comedy effect than anything else.
Like trying to prove with an excessive show of effort that she was being finicky, or am I just showing paranoid female solidarity?
This reminds me of an aecdote among others. At my sister's wedding, my dad worries that the music is a bit too loud, the dance floor being at the other end of one big reception hall, and the older people are trying to hear each other. I go to the DJ to ask him to lower it a bit. He purposefully turns it down too much, so it gets rather boring (if not impossible) to dance on that. He makes me look stupid and has to turn it back up after a bit. I was too bothered to dance even on my own stuff, after that.
I wasn't being paranoid about that one.
It was not stupid or comedic, just hypocritically mean.
And people who block the sidewalk or the escalator shoulder to shoulder... urgh! So annoying. As if nobody can possibly be in a hurry, or simply not wanting to waste too much time between point A and point B.
Is he close personal friends with the carrot-washing guy by any chance? Because if so, I think I just solved the puzzle.
I was just thinking that.
We clearly just have very logical, problem-solving minds....
No, you're just gross as you have been all week,
Holdfast. Why write down what everybody was already thinking? Or do I also have a dirty turn of mind?
Oh, how about this one: last night as I come home, my downstairs neighbour is breaking down his apartment door because he forgot his keys at work. (A long ways away.)
He hasn't set his bed on fire yet, but he smokes me up on a daily basis.
A cheesecake that's like eating a slice o heaven with sex in it!
You need a girlfriend.
Hellsgate, people have excuses for almost everything you said. Not everybody has a shelf stocker turn of mind. A department store is a confusing place when you don't know it inside out.
It's often hard to find what's in front of you when a thousand things are laid out in front of you. Hell, in here, I sometimes can't find a thread that's staring at me, and I don't consider myself stupid.
Children are easier to control in strollers. (Any idea what it's like to have your own child running around free in a department store? You should be sensitive to that.)
When you're shopping you can be too distracted to notice the shelf stocker driving his cart behind you. What a nuisance, why are they restocking shelves doing that during shopping rush hour?
And friends who run into each other at the entrance have an excuse to chat, but maybe not a good enough one to go sit at overpriced Starbuck's. Granted, they should move out of the way. But for some people, that takes away the spontaneity of the chat already. Sort of removes the excuse to stop and talk. Go figure.
Anyway, I won't go so far as to call stupid, consistently spelling "eisles" when you're working in a department store.
Wouldn't want to miss out on a juicy complaint on semantics!
