I don't like honking either, couple weeks ago I was in a left turn lane while it was a blinking yellow left arrow. Traffic from the opposite direction was non existent and this woman just refused to turn. There wasn't a single car coming and I'm like come on! Wasn't sure if she just only turns on green arrows or she wasn't paying attention or what was going on but I kept off the horn unless she stayed at green too. When it hit green she went, but it was weird to me sitting there without a single car coming and she didn't even inch forward to consider a turn
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I don't like honking either, couple weeks ago I was in a left turn lane while it was a blinking yellow left arrow. Traffic from the opposite direction was non existent and this woman just refused to turn. There wasn't a single car coming and I'm like come on! Wasn't sure if she just only turns on green arrows or she wasn't paying attention or what was going on but I kept off the horn unless she stayed at green too. When it hit green she went, but it was weird to me sitting there without a single car coming and she didn't even inch forward to consider a turnWolverines Wings Same Old Lions Tigers Pistons Erika Christensen -
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Living in North Carolina for 90% of my whole life has exposed me to all sorts of niches and cliques. Most of which I hate.
We have the Raleigh hipsters who wear flannel in summer, have beards to match, and drink only local draft beers and IPAs. Most likely have an Arts Degree, work at Starbucks, and are amateur bloggers. Others are N.C State pseudo-students who hang around on campus, despite dropping out almost five years ago.
Then you have the Cary (Central Area for Relocated Yankees). Mostly good people from up north, except you have the few angry old people that yell at you in traffic. Like, chill out, y’all, this here’s the south. We don’t turn right on red.
Then, you have the hicks (I guess I fall into that category). Pick-up trucks, questionable relationships with sisters/cousins, can often be found hanging in the Cook-Out parking lot smoking weed with the employees. I don’t do any of that, but whenever I see them, I sorta feel like I belong.
And there you have it, folks. The great sociological case study of the South. She ain’t perfect, but she’s home, fellas!
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Might’ve missed the “I don’t do any of that” a few sentences later, but I’m not taking it personally. I make self-deprecating incest jokes more often than not.
Don’t judge my webbed fingers, I’m a damn good swimmer.
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People behind you in line at the grocery store who start putting their **** on the convener belt before you are done. I still had half a cart full of stuff and this lady put a separator a foot from the end of what I have up and starts loading crap on. Her husband finally realized I was just like staring at her and held it all back from moving forward.Comment
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People behind you in line at the grocery store who start putting their **** on the convener belt before you are done. I still had half a cart full of stuff and this lady put a separator a foot from the end of what I have up and starts loading crap on. Her husband finally realized I was just like staring at her and held it all back from moving forward.Comment
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Work meetings that should've just been an emailI can't shave with my eyes closed, meaning each day I have to look at myself in the mirror and respect who I see.
I miss the old days of Operation Sports :(
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People behind you in line at the grocery store who start putting their **** on the convener belt before you are done. I still had half a cart full of stuff and this lady put a separator a foot from the end of what I have up and starts loading crap on. Her husband finally realized I was just like staring at her and held it all back from moving forward.
We were at Wal-Mart early Saturday morning to return an item and get some pictures printed. Obviously not the best early Saturday morning task to do, but it is what it is. So we get there and there's three people ahead of us and about a minute after we get there an older lady gets in line behind us.
It's a small space admittedly, but everybody is spaced fairly well except for the lady behind us. It's within proximity where you can sense her presence without even looking behind you. She is within the fart radius where the expulsion would ruffle her pants. Way too close.
There is a small girl in a Moana costume (she was adorable) and pigtails with her mother in line. She's talkative and interacting with everybody. It's her birthday so she's happy. She's not crying, ****ting, or kicking me in the shins so she's a pleasant little person and helps us pass the time.
So we're waiting to what amounts to maybe ten minutes actual time and what equates to five thousand hours in thinking time. The pleasant child and her family leaves. An old man is ahead of us exchanging his box of Cornflakes for Special K. So we're almost to the finish.
This bitch of an old bitty just kind huffs out a disgruntled puff of air. As I turn my head to acknowledge this she pipes up, "Well, this is great isn't it?" I slyly turn my head back towards the front, shuffle up a couple inches, and proceed to wait peacefully and patiently.
Look, lady. It's not a fun task. Obviously. I don't need the added weight of your displeasure to combine with my own. Perhaps I could commiserate with you about the riveting subject of waiting in line at Wal-Mart and all the ironies that entails IF you weren't standing on my ****ing heels.
Ugh. People.
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Attached FilesI can't shave with my eyes closed, meaning each day I have to look at myself in the mirror and respect who I see.
I miss the old days of Operation Sports :(
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Last night I am mowing my lawn and I'm on my little green tractor going along and as I get close to the road I see this car coming so I know (obviously) don't go on the road to turn around this time. (because I will if nothing is coming) Well this car is coming and just as it gets to me the lady driving starts crossing onto the shoulder as there is a right hand curve starting right there. So as she gets about 2 feet onto the shoulder she sees me and jerks to the left real fast and had there been a car coming from the other way she would have hit it head on. She jams on her brakes and starts backing up towards me. I'm thinking "oh this will be fun."
Now the whole time I am still in my lawn. She backs up to me and rolls down her passenger window and starts yelling at me about how she almost hit me and it's all my fault because I was in the road. So I calmly explain to her I wasn't in the road I was still on my lawn and she keeps saying I wasn't, and I say I was. Well I can have a short temper, I was tired , I only had another hour of day light left and about 45 more minutes of mowing left. So I told her "Lady if you weren't 2 feet on the shoulder there wouldn't have been an issue. A lot of other people have gone by and you are the only one who has had an issue."
Well she continues to yell and blame me for her crappy driving and I finally just told her to, well, I told her to stick her SUV some place that it probably won't fit. I guess she didn't like that because she left after that.
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Funny you say that. Yesterday afternoon I’m coming home along a one lane road each way. Guy is on the right mowing his lawn on a ride-on, no shoulder. I’m clearly coming. Dude doesn’t flinch. Puts it half in the road and half on his lawn.
I didn’t mind, because I assessed that from a distance and was going to do the courteous thing and ride the center just so this guy didn’t even have to worry about me clipping him in the first place. But I thought, that guy is reckless for coming out in the road like that. What if I’m on my phone or just not paying attention or simply don’t give a damn about a guy who isn’t a car being on the road? Honestly, I’d place my bets in that basket over someone making a small courteous gesture like I did these days.NHL - Philadelphia Flyers
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Being chewed out over the phone over something you didn’t do.
Is there a handbook on adulting, because I could use a copy.
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People behind you in line at the grocery store who start putting their **** on the convener belt before you are done. I still had half a cart full of stuff and this lady put a separator a foot from the end of what I have up and starts loading crap on. Her husband finally realized I was just like staring at her and held it all back from moving forward.Chicago Cubs | Chicago Bulls | Green Bay Packers | Michigan WolverinesComment
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Last night I am mowing my lawn and I'm on my little green tractor going along and as I get close to the road I see this car coming so I know (obviously) don't go on the road to turn around this time. (because I will if nothing is coming) Well this car is coming and just as it gets to me the lady driving starts crossing onto the shoulder as there is a right hand curve starting right there. So as she gets about 2 feet onto the shoulder she sees me and jerks to the left real fast and had there been a car coming from the other way she would have hit it head on. She jams on her brakes and starts backing up towards me. I'm thinking "oh this will be fun."
Now the whole time I am still in my lawn. She backs up to me and rolls down her passenger window and starts yelling at me about how she almost hit me and it's all my fault because I was in the road. So I calmly explain to her I wasn't in the road I was still on my lawn and she keeps saying I wasn't, and I say I was. Well I can have a short temper, I was tired , I only had another hour of day light left and about 45 more minutes of mowing left. So I told her "Lady if you weren't 2 feet on the shoulder there wouldn't have been an issue. A lot of other people have gone by and you are the only one who has had an issue."
Well she continues to yell and blame me for her crappy driving and I finally just told her to, well, I told her to stick her SUV some place that it probably won't fit. I guess she didn't like that because she left after that.
I'm always so grumpy on Sundays.
except for men drivers. they're the worst.
except for teenage drivers. they're the worst.OSFM23 - Building Better Baseball - OSFM23
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Feeling guilty about taking a day off. I don’t know why, that’s what sick/vacation time is for!NHL - Philadelphia Flyers
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