So trivial, yet it really ticks you off.

[Trenchfriend]

Always remember, that classic undershirt plus cotton (Jersey) turtleneck-shirt plus cotton fieldjacket is an evil mixture!

 

[tonyb]

All this plastic packaging for four peaches. (No, I didn’t buy it. It was left behind by the last person in our short-term rental.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

That's just ridiculous.

 

[tonyb]

That's just ridiculous.

That’s a good way of putting it.

Familiar with an outfit called Harry & David? It sells flawless fruit artily packaged for absurd amounts of money. Customers typically buy it as gifts for the more geographically distant people on their lists. The lovely missus has done just that in years past, and on account of that we still get their glossy full-color catalogs.

I recall telling her that I found the enterprise distasteful. It’s fruit, for cryin’ out loud. The people who would most benefit from good fruit in their diets don’t get enough of it because even at supermarket prices (a small fraction of what the mail order outfit charges) they have difficulty affording it. And here we are sending people these aesthetically impeccable pears for what works out to several dollars each. If that’s an exaggeration, it isn’t such a wild one. It’s something like 40 bucks for nine pears.

 

[Hat and Rehat]

That’s a good way of putting it.

Familiar with an outfit called Harry & David? It sells flawless fruit artily packaged for absurd amounts of money. Customers typically buy it as gifts for the more geographically distant people on their lists. The lovely missus has done just that in years past, and on account of that we still get their glossy full-color catalogs.

I recall telling her that I found the enterprise distasteful. It’s fruit, for cryin’ out loud. The people who would most benefit from good fruit in their diets don’t get enough of it because even at supermarket prices (a small fraction of what the mail order outfit charges) they have difficulty affording it. And here we are sending people these aesthetically impeccable pears for what works out to several dollars each. If that’s an exaggeration, it isn’t such a wild one. It’s something like 40 bucks for nine pears.

That a-Pears out of line.

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[Hat and Rehat]

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?"

That snob unwittingly introduced you to Wayne's World.

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[Hat and Rehat]

We should have a classless society, commuters of the world, unite!

I have heard that in Paris people so resent having to pay for public transportation that jumping the turnstiles is practiced as a matter of principle. Usually you ride for free, but sometimes they nab you and you pay a stiff fine.
Capitalism fills the void. You can buy fare fine insurance!

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[Zombie_61]

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?"

 

[GHT]

You are the Rodney Dangerfield of the Lounge, Lizzie.
One line zingers par excellance.

For goodness sake don't go giving her compliments like that, next thing you know she will be looking for royalties.
(just teasing Lizzie.)

 

[Lean'n'mean]

All this plastic packaging for four peaches. (No, I didn’t buy it. It was left behind by the last person in our short-term rental.)

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Well they did come all the way from Saturn.

 

[Lean'n'mean]

I have heard that in Paris people so resent having to pay for public transportation that jumping the turnstiles is practiced as a matter of principle. Usually you ride for free, but sometimes they nab you and you pay a stiff fine.
Capitalism fills the void. You can buy fare fine insurance!

Let me assure you that the majority of Parisians pay for their tickets on the Metro & other train services. A few people chance their luck & jump the turnstiles without a ticket & they of course, are the ones people hear about, there will always be those who try to get something for nothing.
Many Parisian employers cover the public transport costs of their employees anyway & there are various reductions for monthly or annual passes which will give you unlimited travel on the whole Metro & buss networks.(within the walls of Paris)
The current price of a single Metro ticket is €1,90, which is what ? $2,12 give or take a few cents.
This reply was brought to you by the Parisian Tourist board.

 

[Hat and Rehat]

Let me assure you that the majority of Parisians pay for their tickets on the Metro & other train services. A few people chance their luck & jump the turnstiles without a ticket & they of course, are the ones people hear about, there will always be those who try to get something for nothing.
Many Parisian employers cover the public transport costs of their employees anyway & there are various reductions for monthly or annual passes which will give you unlimited travel on the whole Metro & buss networks.(within the walls of Paris)
The current price of a single Metro ticket is €1,90, which is what ? $2,12 give or take a few cents.
This reply was brought to you by the Parisian Tourist board.

Is the insurance racket part of the story accurate?

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[Lean'n'mean]

^^^^
Yes & no. From what I gather on the net, there are no official or registered insurance companies that offer such cover, however, there are some informal insurance schemes created by groups of users who refuse to buy tickets (mostly for political reasons e.g. a belief that public transport should be free) & pay a monthly fee (usually between €7-€10 a month) which goes into a central account to refund the subscribers should they be caught & fined. These DIY schemes have a limited number of members so as to avoid logistical problems & since incitement to commit fraud is illegal in France, they are neither declared or registered & the subscribers have no judicial protection, so they rely entirely on trust. There is nothing to stop the treasurer from running off with the loot.

 

[Hat and Rehat]

When the bluetooth things were brand new I was in a store aisle when a woman about 10 feet away suddenly yelled "WTF do you think you're doing"? I was a bit shocked to say the least and said "excuse me"?
I can still see her venomous expression when she turned to me and said "I'm on the phone!"
Since that day I've not tried to tell the difference between public bluetooth users and the chronically delusional. It's a difference without distinction.

It's one reason I'm always armed.

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[Hat and Rehat]

Driving along a quiet country road this morning, I was passed by a lone motorcyclist dressed in a full Santa Claus outfit.

1. It's too soon.
2. The world has reached such a state that it never even occured to me that I might be hallucinating.
3. And even if I was, that my hallucinations should take the form of Santa Claus riding a motorcycle in September.

"What other form might they take?"asks your psychoanalyst.

Watch Reindeer Games, then run with it.

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[Hat and Rehat]

Not if it's cooked right.

Okay, admittedly, my previous post is more opinion/matter of taste than fact. Add to that the fact that I've never been to Texas and, therefore, have never tasted "authentic" Texas barbecue. But I've also never--ever--tasted a barbecue sauce that I preferred over the flavor of properly barbecued beef or chicken. They're always too sweet, or too "smoky", or too something, they're always too much of a mess, and they obscure the flavor of the meat. I much prefer a few light seasonings and/or marinade and the proper amount of time on the grill.

You might be describing what some people would classify as "grilling", but would not call BBQ.
I'm no Tejano, but to me bbq implies certain rubs and sauces that highlight the smokiness of cooking over coals, but also lend a sweetness to the palate.
A steak grilled to perfection over charcoal, or a wood fire, isn't BBQ in my vocabulary. But I love it.

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[Hat and Rehat]

Barbecue? Feh. Pastrami is the one true brisket.

Lizzie Dangerfield.

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[Lean'n'mean]

It's one reason I'm always armed.

And the other reason is paranoia.

 

[vitanola]

For goodness sake don't go giving her compliments like that, next thing you know she will be looking for royalties.
(just teasing Lizzie.)

If Miss Maine ever goes "looking for royalties" she will doubtless be carrying a pitchfork.

 

[GHT]

I just lost a long one about some vintage shoes, responding to you!
I need a drink!

That's just happened to me in another thread, step aside coffee, this needs alcohol to aid recovery.