Mal: That's not what I saw. You like to tell me what really happened? Book: I surely would. And maybe someday I will.

'Safe'


Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial  

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.


msbelle - Dec 28, 2006 11:56:25 am PST #8460 of 10007
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

mac did not start asking about me until about 3. I, of course, am happy he started asking.


beekaytee - Dec 28, 2006 11:59:14 am PST #8461 of 10007
Compassionately intolerant

I've got a gorgeous sunset too. Pretty, pretty pink clouds.


Volans - Dec 28, 2006 12:00:59 pm PST #8462 of 10007
move out and draw fire

Okay, I think the cart escalators in Greece must be different from here. The ones I've seen here basically grab the cart by one of the lower bars and bring it up or down - they're not people movers.

Ah. Yeah, these here are basically inclined conveyor belts. They've got handholds like escalators and the deeply-grooved treads like escalators, and the carts have special wheels that lock into the grooves (which incidentally make the carts impossible to push on a normal floor when full). In a couple stores, they are the only between-floor option so they get ped traffic also. The escalators are wide enough for a cart and a thin person, if the cart is well over to one side, so naturally half the people with carts plant them in the middle, blocking the foot traffic, and half the people on foot don't slip by easily, knocking other people over.

Now I understand why I think it's safe for Mal to ride in the cart on the cartscalator, and why it's not allowed in the States.


Jesse - Dec 28, 2006 12:03:19 pm PST #8463 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Now I understand why I think it's safe for Mal to ride in the cart on the cartscalator, and why it's not allowed in the States.

Yes! All is made clear!


Jesse - Dec 28, 2006 12:04:23 pm PST #8464 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Raq, ours are like this one here: [link]

Edit: No children! [link]


Cashmere - Dec 28, 2006 12:06:01 pm PST #8465 of 10007
Now tagless for your comfort.

I've got no patience with folks marveling about the clean, safe, efficient public transit they aren't used to in their hometowns while trailing their rubbish through mine.

That is an issue. I cart my trash out of everywhere--like you're supposed to do at Yellowstone. I clean out my pockets (jacket/pants, etc.) and my purse/bag and it's full of cookie wrappers, foil packets, empty juice boxes, used baby wipes (NOT diaper wipes) and it's fairly gross. I've had to deal with the same in shopping carts and rented strollers and it pisses me off to no end. It's not that hard to stuff your trash in your pockets, rather than leave it around for someone else.


Volans - Dec 28, 2006 12:12:41 pm PST #8466 of 10007
move out and draw fire

ours are like this one here

Yeek!

However, as a child, I would have totally begged to ride in the cart for that.


Jesse - Dec 28, 2006 12:15:04 pm PST #8467 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

However, as a child, I would have totally begged to ride in the cart for that.

Well, sure. But now you know why some of us were (secretly?) thinking, "Hmm. She leaves Mal in the cart when she puts the cart in the escalator? ....huh."


beekaytee - Dec 28, 2006 12:17:40 pm PST #8468 of 10007
Compassionately intolerant

Yes! All is made clear!

Indeed!


beekaytee - Dec 28, 2006 12:20:20 pm PST #8469 of 10007
Compassionately intolerant

I clean out my pockets (jacket/pants, etc.) and my purse/bag and it's full of cookie wrappers, foil packets, empty juice boxes, used baby wipes (NOT diaper wipes) and it's fairly gross.

This is totally me. I've sometimes wondered about OCD tendacies when a corner of a scrap of a mote of paper floats out of my pocket and I simply can't leave it on the ground. It's like a physical thing. Or I'd silently beat myself up about it forever. It's just easier to clean up after myself than to deal with my innertyrant.