We have similar on commuter cars during 7am and pm rush hours here in Chicago. It's a blessing in the morning to get an extra hour of sleep.Amtrak, on some train lines, has a "quiet" car - no cellphones, no loud conversations. It's heaven.
We have similar on commuter cars during 7am and pm rush hours here in Chicago. It's a blessing in the morning to get an extra hour of sleep.Amtrak, on some train lines, has a "quiet" car - no cellphones, no loud conversations. It's heaven.
Amtrak, on some train lines, has a "quiet" car - no cellphones, no loud conversations. It's heaven.
My Swedish heritage didn't include that. I remember ham with pineapple slices, but it probably came from mom's red checked cookbook.It’s hard to beat ham hocks and beans, an almost staple item on our working-class dinner table when I was a kid. My version typically includes carrot, onion, and celery.
Most recipes call for discarding the big chunks of fat after cooking, but I say to hell with that, much as my cardiologist might disagree. That’s where the flavor is.
I just lost a long one about some vintage shoes, responding to you!Have you ever typed a rather long response, carefully re-read it, checking for grammar and spelling mistakes, clicked submit............and then lost it, and you didn't store it previously? Nowadays. I always cut & paste before submitting.
That's the sort of trivia I'm on about. Whether it's the ditherer in front of you in the queue, the endless phone menu, whilst all the time your bill is being run up, as you exasperatingly try to get through to the right person, or just officialdom.
For a while, I have been searching on the internet for the rubber door seals that go around the edge of the car door, for my old MG. The 60 odd year old ones have perished causing the back seat to be somewhat draughty.
By chance, I came across someone who had a Morris, the model on which my car is based. He had bought twenty odd yards of rubber seal and was selling it in pre-cut lengths to fellow enthusiasts. I emailed him, with a picture of my car, asking would the seal fit. It would. I bought and paid for the strips on-line, there & then.
That was on a Monday, mid-afternoon. They arrived on Friday. I emailed him to say they had finally arrived and that the carrier must have been having a tea-break, or some other sarcastic remark. He e-mailed me back saying that the goods had been picked up on Wednesday and delivered on Friday, which he thought was very good.
It didn't wash, what ticked me off was, he had my money, didn't acknowledge that, didn't say he wouldn't be despatching the seals until Wednesday. I had been expecting arrival to be Tuesday, even booking the car into the garage to have the work done. It would have been easy to e-mail back and have a go. But I just let it be, life's too short.
What's rubbed you up the wrong way of late? Have you had a phone bill that's had you mouthing: WTF? Did you land at one airport and your luggage at another? Or an excessive tax demand? Do share, I can't be alone.
I drive a 3\4 ton van.I have trouble typing in the quick reply box (or the advanced). Letters often don’t make it to the page and I had to go back and carefully place a letter here and a letter there. So I just use a word processor now and copy and paste into the box. It still makes it look odd though.
I have several pet peeves elsewhere though. I hate people who are too ignorant to use turn signals. You are sitting at a stop sign. Here comes a car from your left. Its approaching closer and closer and you think its going to go on by (so you don’t cross the road in front of you of course), then they turn. No signal at all! Gah! Makes my blood pressure shoot straight up!
The other pet peeve is the person who is in the check out line in front of me. Unloads all their items. Stands there and watches the check out girl scan each item and doesn’t lift a finger to help her put the bags in the cart. So the poor girl has to stop and do it herself, then go back to scanning. People are lining up behind her and that person jusst stands there watching. THEN, after its all scanned and put into the cart, they start looking for their checkbook to write a freaking check!
That’ll make you want to slap someone.
(I have been known to put the person’s bags in the cart myself to speed things along).
I figure we would all be better off if they hadn't bred in the first place, and maybe nature will correct the error.I get cross when I see parents of babies and toddlers recklessly putting them into or taking them out of their seats through the door on the side of their car that opens into the road and oncoming traffic a prolonged process with the door wide open and their butts sticking out slowing or stopping traffic and risking injury to stupid parent (deserved?) and innocent tot (undeserved!). How hard is it to use the much safer sidewalk/pavement side or even parking appropriately if necessary?
Do you find that when that happens, the number of profanities that you know, or can lay your tongue to, is really quite surprising?I just lost a long one about some vintage shoes, responding to you!
I need a drink!
Amtrak, on some train lines, has a "quiet" car - no cellphones, no loud conversations. It's heaven.
Why is it that every time I see the Dr. or have business with the medical profession, long waits and bad service is always excused because they're dealing with a "new system." Its getting to be a tiresome excuse.
We need it in all Second class trains!
System upgrades are the root of all evil.
Some chance of that. Many years ago I discovered a worrying lump in the crown jewels. My doctor got me an appointment with a specialist. The specialist was one of the most snobbish persons that I have ever come across. Instead of putting on surgical gloves to examine my testicles, he used a small wooden spatula. It annoyed me so much that I held my scrotum and told him that we are all made the same. He completely ignored me, telling me that it was nothing to worry about. In an accent that I can't even begin to describe he informed me that I had: "A waricose wein." It's still there year's later, my waricose wein. My missus will say, if she catches me having a clandestine scratch, "Wayne playing up?"We should have a classless society, commuters of the world, unite!
We have similar on commuter cars during 7am and pm rush hours here in Chicago...
I believe that's called a blue streak.Do you find that when that happens, the number of profanities that you know, or can lay your tongue to, is really quite surprising?
You are the Rodney Dangerfield of the Lounge, Lizzie.System upgrades are the root of all evil.