I don't know if they left me a tip, or they've started pooping currency.
Isn't a penny an insult tip? Have you been slacking on service lately?
Hey, they're DOGS; they don't have any concept of finance!
...I think.
Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
Wash ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Steph L. - Apr 20, 2010 5:55:04 pm PDT #16721 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
omnis_audis - Apr 20, 2010 5:58:41 pm PDT #16722 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
I dunno. Most pets play with the cheap/free things and ignore the real expensive toys. Seems they have an excellent, if not inverted, sense of finance. By that logic, they gave you a HUGE tip. Maybe you should slack, and they'll leave you a Sacajawea coin.
tommyrot - Apr 20, 2010 6:01:24 pm PDT #16723 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Then you have to ask, where are the dogs getting money? Perhaps they're stealing kids' lunch money.
OTOH, maybe it's best you don't know. To maintain plausible deniability.
Hil R. - Apr 20, 2010 6:52:59 pm PDT #16724 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I put some Orajel on my wisdom tooth socket, because it was hurting, and I think I used too much, because now that whole cheek and that side of my tongue are numb. Very odd feeling.
Connie Neil - Apr 20, 2010 7:11:15 pm PDT #16725 of 30000
brillig
The counter guy at Subway looks very much like Orlando Bloom with longish hair. It was very distracting, and I realized that comments on his looks from a nearly-50-year-old woman leans towards creepy. Sigh. At least I can still look.
NoiseDesign - Apr 20, 2010 7:46:36 pm PDT #16726 of 30000
Our wings are not tired
I had a few glasses of Bushmills tonights and more than a few toasts were raised to my dad. Some wonderful conversations with the folks I've worked with on the ship over this cruise.
On the way back to my cabin a few tears shed missing my dad. Still a bit red eyed and weepy. He was a great guy with faults, and with a great sense of humor. I think what I'm missing is the plans I had in my head to hang out with him as he became an old man. He wasn't perfect by far, and I had plenty of clashes with him, but in the end he did right by me, and I miss in ways that physically hurt.
Right now I need to pack so that I can be ready to clear customs on the ship at 6:45 am.
Liese S. - Apr 20, 2010 7:50:37 pm PDT #16727 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Much love to you, ND. I know it's so hard, and I am so glad to hear about who your dad was as a person.
Shir - Apr 20, 2010 8:04:56 pm PDT #16728 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Thank you again.
I actually managed to get some sleep last night, eventually.
Still teary today. I guess it'll take time.
Pix - Apr 20, 2010 8:21:01 pm PDT #16729 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
On the way back to my cabin a few tears shed missing my dad. Still a bit red eyed and weepy. He was a great guy with faults, and with a great sense of humor. I think what I'm missing is the plans I had in my head to hang out with him as he became an old man. He wasn't perfect by far, and I had plenty of clashes with him, but in the end he did right by me, and I miss in ways that physically hurt.
Oh sweetheart. Dammit, I want to be there. I'm glad you had good people to toast him tonight. Love you.
ETA: At least I'll finally be able to actually talk to you again tomorrow, albeit on the phone. I know it isn't much, but it's something.
WindSparrow - Apr 20, 2010 8:26:10 pm PDT #16730 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
{{{{Shir}}}} I'm sorry for your loss. Goodnight sweet Lou, a flight of angels wing thee to thy rest.