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.
This is one of my favorite New York stories.
Something like this happened when a random stranger brought his dog to the park...stupid stuff ensued and the moron kicked my dog. He. Kicked. MY. Dog. In the head.
The fellow was about 6'1', maybe 6'3". I was so far up his nose, SO fast, I don't recall my feet hitting the ground between where I'd been standing about 20 feet away and where he stood.
Somebody ran over and pulled me off of him and as my hysterical deafness dissipated, I heard the most amazing chorus of soccer moms swearing and dog people shouting. They literally booed him out of the park.
The person holding me got my attention by suggesting that I check on the bboy...who was just fine. Actually he was upset that I was upset and that was about it.
No one has ever seen that guy again.
A couple people suggested I keep bail money handy.
If I did not desperately need to continue receiving paychecks, I would quit my job right now. That is the kind of day I am having. I would walk right off.
