Nope, they had him carting heavy furniture around all afternoon.
Almanzo's friends are just the tiniest wee bit LOSERS. I roll my eyes forever at them.
I think what sets me off is the blatant lack of awareness that someone other than themselves exists.
I will see you the card slider/cart area people and raise you the people who start to get on the elevator and then stand in the doorway having conversations with people outside the elevator for, like, minutes at a time. And then, if you dare to look grumpy at them, they give you a look back that says clear as words, "Look,
I
am wearing a white coat and you are not, and furthermore I just bet you have
no letters after your name at all,
so STEP OFF, puny human."
Ooooh, I hate them.
Bleah. Yesterday I was all shallow, and today I'm full of bile. I think I preferred yesterday. I choose to blame the dark cloud of Madrigal's impending departure currently hanging over the entire continent of North America.
::glares resentfully in the general direction of the Antipodes::
I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.
But the germs are on the money! Money is filthy.
DH wants me to ask the hivemind this question:
There's a word for the misguided belief that life was better when you
were younger and that things today don't hold a candle to the
wonderful things of yesterday.
Example: Despite the fact that Kate's brand new fridge was larger,
more energy-efficient, lighter, and cheaper than 40-year-old icebox it
replaced, she spent an hour in the lunchroom prattling on about how
much better her the old fridge was and how long it lasted and how
modern fridges are meant to only last five years because they're built
by cheap foreign labor where her old fridge was built by hardworking
Americans. After an hour, Rafael finally shut her up by pointing out
her Dodge Colt was imported entirely from Japan.
I know it ends in -ism. That's all I remember.
I like the hammock.
Also, pass the brain bleach after I share the pain from Salon's gossip section:
His string of failed romances has made Burt Reynolds wonder if he might have been better off gay, the '70s star told Jay Leno on "The Tonight Show" last week. Who would he take for a lover? None other than country superstar Willie Nelson. Reynolds said, "Willie ... is just about the nicest man I've ever worked with in my life, and when we worked together, I thought ... if [we'd hooked up], we'd still be 'happily together'"
I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.
No way I'm dirtier than the money. Which they just handled when I gave it to them.
eta:
I like the hammock.
Why?
My annoyance is more with the customers behind me who shove the carts right into me. And if the have stroller carts or their kids in the baby seat, they shove even harder.
Why?
Because I always, always drop things otherwise.
Because I always, always drop things otherwise.
It's the flip for me -- I find the change falls off the bills easier than it falls out of my cupped hand.
Psst. Burt Reynolds writes RPS. Pass it on.
My annoyance is more with the customers behind me who shove the carts right into me. And if the have stroller carts or their kids in the baby seat, they shove even harder.
People actually do that? Poke you from behind with their carts? On purpose, or just out of complete and utter cluelessness and indifference to the fact that when they go out in public they're in close proximity to other actual humans? 'Cause, either way, blargh.
