My wife was a church office manager and almost authored an oops herself. I forget the details but it could be read as sexually suggestive (it wasn't). But the Pastor thankfully caught it before printing. It is easy to do and relates to my random thought above also.
The writers never could spell, the problem is the newspapers stopped paying for proof readers!
Boring!
The same. lol
They did. Right after people stopped paying for newspapers.The writers never could spell, the problem is the newspapers stopped paying for proof readers!
To whom?
AAAAh! I get the chit kicked out of me as it is. Don't wonder such awful things...
Mine does, thank you.
And when did they stop using the words mother and father (as opposed to mom and dad)?
Lawdy miss clawdy, last Friday, I was crossing (in a crosswalk) from the first row of parking spaces to the front of the grocery store, when someone makes a left turn, blowing through the stop sign, within the parking lot, doing about 25. Needless to say he didn't have his signal light, which might have given me a clue he'd be barreling in to me. He missed me by a foot or two, only because I jumped back.
Here in Arizona it is a different vibe. I know these seem contradictory but -
Yes, to put it another way -- in some places, eye contact makes drivers stop, in others it makes the pedestrian stop. And in some places, running stop lights is the norm, while in others, taking off as soon as (or a little before) a light turns green is the norm, and running a red light will almost certainly cause an accident. One has to know the local driving curtoms.
When i was a kid I had a job working at a Kroger's grocery store. The parking lot was very large, and my first job was collecting the shopping carts that people left here , there , and everywhere throughout the lot. There was a curb that separated the upper and lower lots , and one opening through the curb in a clearly marked space that allowed us to move said carts from the lower lot to the storefront. One evening a lady in a big Caddy came roaring past me and my twenty odd carts, and she turned the corner and drove into the upper lot in search of a parking space near the store entrance. And of course she whipped right into the clearly marked "Do Not Park" spot where I was bound with my line of carts. As she got out I hollered to her to please move, and she just kept going. But I managed to get twenty some carts through the now too narrow gap between the curb and her left fender. Well I pushed twenty some carts down the left side of that Caddy and into the cart row in front of the store. By then it was my break time, and I heard some loud squawking coming from the lot as I sat in the drug store drinking my Coke. I never saw that Caddy in the lot again. Probably not the right thing to do, but it somehow lent a karmic glow to my 15 year old conscience.
Driving in DC is a cake walk compared to here in Vegas. You have people going 65 in a 35 mile zone, at least 3 cars running a red light after it's changed. Pedestrians have to have their head on swivel when crossing a road, even when they are in a flashing yellow crosswalk where the motorist is required to stop.
I always put the dull side down, and the shiny side up. "Dull in the dark, shiny in the light".
Thanks for this info, but I will not share your answer with my husband. After years of teaching him about "dull in the dark, shiny in the light", I'm not about to retrain him.
When we got married?
We tried In-N-Out in a trip to CA in August for the first time ever... was not impressed. My hubby says Sonic is his favorite burger.
