Oh, I'm gonna go to the special hell.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 36: But We Digress...  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


tommyrot - Jun 28, 2005 11:58:48 am PDT #5223 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

"What, is it a surprise EVERY TIME that you have to pay for your food? They told you how much it was when you ordered, you didn't think you might actually, oh, open your purse and get your money ready at that time instead of standing there?"

I see that on the train all the time. The conductor showes up and suddenly they're hunting for their wallets in their purses or whatever, then trying to count out the money.

Actually, that costs the train line money, as they often don't get to everyone on the train so some get to ride for free.


Jessica - Jun 28, 2005 11:58:56 am PDT #5224 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Do you have to be home to receive delivery?

Yeah, but they've got delivery times up to 10 pm. (And DH works from home.)


sarameg - Jun 28, 2005 11:59:16 am PDT #5225 of 10001

Actually, most of the time, I'm really laid back about other people's antics. I do get annoyed with the store when they only have 2 cashiers and very long lines, but that's just a low level irritant. Except this past weekend when I needed to get home to shoot the cat and ended up in line for 40 minutes and I was DETERMINED to not have to go out again because I was in a Very Bad Mood. Otherwise, I'll cut my losses and leave.


brenda m - Jun 28, 2005 11:59:31 am PDT #5226 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Ooh, hey. Speaking of grocery stores... [link]

FTR, I was in the under-20 express lane when things got interesting.


Strix - Jun 28, 2005 12:00:11 pm PDT #5227 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

IN line for 40 minutes? Jesus Christ, if I was in line for 40 minutes, I'd walk outta that store with free fucking food.


tommyrot - Jun 28, 2005 12:02:05 pm PDT #5228 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

The weirdest thing I saw was when a guy who was three people back behind me suddenly demanded that he be allowed to the front of the line because he "was in a hurry."

Luckily I had just finished my purchase. Or maybe unluckily, as I'd love to been able to say, "I'm in a hurry too, and I've already waited for my turn."


tommyrot - Jun 28, 2005 12:03:00 pm PDT #5229 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I was in the under-20 express lane when things got interesting.

Ooh, cool! I missed that fire....


sarameg - Jun 28, 2005 12:04:21 pm PDT #5230 of 10001

brenda, that's... oops?


brenda m - Jun 28, 2005 12:05:50 pm PDT #5231 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Not me. I headed straight for the patio at the bar across the street (which, to be fair, was already the plan), called a friend, and spent the entire afternoon drinking and scoping out firefighters and cops. Including one who looked just like Michael Chicklis on the Shield, but kept coming by to laugh at us and make us promise to buy him a beer after the fire.


Kathy A - Jun 28, 2005 12:12:55 pm PDT #5232 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

I heard about that fire on the radio--did they ever figure out what caused it?

Lots of fires in the local news lately. I was sad to hear about the local morning show DJ whose house went up while he was on an Alaskan cruise, and his little doggie who he was always bragging about on-air died in the blaze. Poor Otis (the dog, not the DJ).