Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And I will say "stand right/walk left" not really even under my breath.
I will "helpfully" remind them that while on the moving sidewalk, they should stand to the right, allowing those who wish to walk to pass safely on the left. Sometimes I only say it too quietly to be heard. Sometimes I am slightly more helpful.
I don't consider "more likely to talk to you" and " not in a hurry" to be indications of friendliness.
In the context I used, I do. Because I am going to describe a stranger as friendlier if they are trying to pleasantly chat with me and not in a hurry to finish the transaction or conversation. I am not going to describe a stranger who doesn't talk to me and concludes any business as fast as possible as especially friendly. It's not that they are UNfriendly, just that without some interaction, I have no idea. And I don't care. I just would check the Not Applicable box if asked about their friendliness. It's not a moral judgment on them. Or you.
but they should have at least acknowledged a waiting customer.
This actually bothers me. I accept they are busy. Just quickly let me know you see me. I will let you know that I see you are currently busy. We'll all be happier. Or I will.
Ten years ago yesterday I couldn't even think about a tomorrow passing much less a decade. And here I am.
Very much yay.
Ten years ago yesterday I couldn't even think about a tomorrow passing much less a decade. And here I am.
As Cass said, very much yay.
I'm trying to figure out how I'm getting back home after my interview tomorrow. The interview is at 11, and it's not supposed to be one of the all-day ones, so I figured that I'd probably take the train leaving Richmond at 2:45, and if not, then the one at 5:30. I just checked, and both of those are sold out, which means I've got to take the one at 6:30. So, I guess I'll have some time to explore Richmond. Which could be fun, I guess. Though I really have no idea where to go or what to do.
I'm alittle more emotional than I thought I would be.
Hil, can you check and see if there were any cancealations at the last minute tomorrow?
And she will come up to you when you're clearly doing something else (say, reading a book) and just start small talk like "so, do you have any pets?". Ugh.
Maybe people who do that just aren't readers and what goes through their minds when they see someone sitting reading is, "Oh, she's reading a book; she must be so bored! I'll help."
Germany/Austria. Those folks give new meaning to the word brusque.
Heh. When I was there, everyone was unfailingly polite to me.
I've been rereading Anne of Green Gables for the zillionth time, and I'm almost at the end, and now I remembered what happens at the end and I don't want to read any more because I know I'll cry.
...what happened at the end?
Glad you're hee, askye, and glad you're happier.
...what happened at the end?
Dude, you haven't read Anne of Green Gables?
askye, that's great! How wonderful.
I am skimming through my Peace Corps journal. I forgot how sick I was at first.
...what happened at the end?
White-fonting century-old book, for no good reason:
Matthew dies, and the doctor tells Marilla that, if she stops reading and sewing and crying and doing anything that strains her eyes, then she might not go blind, and the bank collapses and they lose all of their savings. So then Anne, even though she just won a full scholarship to college, decides to stay home and help Marilla and teach at the Avonlea school instead, so that Marilla won't have to sell Green Gables.
Askye, I am so glad you failed. You make our lives better for being part of this group.
Hil, interview-ma.
Our Trader Joe's expanded. More goodies to try, and, along those lines the dark chocolate pretzel bark is very yum!