A woman in at one of the hotels in Tahoe literally ran over my foot (I was in flip flops because I had just had a pedicure and was on my way to my room) with her damned 400 lb. suitcase because she was talking on her cell phone and striding through the lobbby completely oblivious to everything around her. My foot hurt like hell!

I'm not particularly confrontational in public, but this time, I pushed her suitcase with my other foot to get her attention. And when she looked up, startled but with a "WTF" stare at me, I told her that she'd run over my foot with her suitcase and that she was out of line. I showed her my foot, which quite clearly had her suitcases's wheels imprinted on it, and was bright red.

She apologized sincerely, but that didn't stop a couple of guys who had seen the whole thing from yelling at her about her cell phone and how "some people can't talk and walk" at the same time.

Is it wrong that I felt kinda good about the guys' comments even after she said she was sorry? I hope it gives her a second thought next time she's on the cell, but it probably won't.

(The wheels miraculously missed my toes and spared screwing up the polish!)

ETA: ITA. I am sorry about the funding. That sucks. Any way at all they'll be able to keep you on?

So, I'm having a problem. Everytime I finish reading all the posts in Bitches, Natter has like a couple hundred. When I've read those, Bitches is back up to a hundred or so. Lather rinse repeat.

Is there a scientific theory/formula that covers this?

Also, next Wednesday is slightly offensive t-shirt day up here. I think I'm going to wear my t-shirt from the bar that says "It's like the G-spot. If you can't find it, you can't come" or the one that says "We're all here because we're not all there."

Our other rude thing that isn't necessarily rude is the little mental-personal-space-bubble that we adopt on public transportation. It's not that we're ignoring the pregnant or elderly or handicapped person eyeing our seat, its that we're ignoring EVERYBODY.

I think people here are generally pretty good about that. Although it might be because of MUNI drivers like the guy I had earlier this week who came out of his driver's seat and into the train to personally ask individual people to get up for the elderly people that had come on board.

Oy. My five hours of sleep have caught up to me, and I feel like a zombie right now.

Also? The Starbucks in the lobby didn't have any cupcakes. Not cool.

Hivemind question: is it better to do house cleaning (espcially dusting/vacuuming) on a sunny day or on a rainy day? I usually default to sunny, because the few times I've done it on rainy days, I always seem to miss stuff without lots of sunshine. However, I've started thinking that damper air would make the dust easier to control, plus I wouldn't be wasting a nice day (generally speaking, I don't clean very often for the latter reason). Thoughts?

I should add that I'm asking those for whom the word "house cleaning" doesn't look like alien gibberish.

Ah, Scola, my brother in zombification. Care to share some braaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins?

....if I manage to feel like cleaning, or needing to clean, I go with that. If I had MORE excuses (like "oh, it's raining!"...especially in Seattle!!!) I'd never clean.

Though I did just move four bookcases from room to room switching furniture around to shelve all my books and have room for my "office".

Also, next Wednesday is slightly offensive t-shirt day up here

That seems like a verrrrry tricky line to walk.

This is one of my favorite New York stories.

There are rules. "

"Slightly offensive t-shirt rules include:
No nude images
No racial slurs
No words banned from prime time television"

So lot's of dead baby jokes then.