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The old people are the only ones that know how to dance too. At almost every wedding/dinner club, etc the old ones are out there cutting rug and the other people are just trying to look like they are not the worst dancers out there. I guess parents just don't teach their kids and they never learn the rythm. Of course there are good young dancers to hip hop music, but I'm talking ball room style.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Swami
When our parents were growing up, learning how to dance was a rite of passage that pretty much went hand in hand with not embarrassing yourself in front of the opposite sex. Every school and community center had tons of dances. Hell, sometimes even the churches had them. It was easy to learn how to dance, because everyone was dancing all the time. As a kid, you'd learn the cool dances from your peers, and every adult (ask someone over 50 right now) can perform a routine of all the fad dances that were popular when they were growing up. WTFchris, you're totally right that every wedding I've ever been to, the old folks are tearing it up on the dance floor all night long and the 20-30 somethings are just staring at them in amazement. As long as none of us knows how to dance, the old folks are going to continue to be cooler than we are.
I kind of got to thinking about this more and more because of a news report I heard about "civic disengagement." Basically, what's happening now is that people are bowling, but they're not joining bowling leagues. Men and women dance in their kitchens but they stand around at the dance clubs drinking and talking. People don't mind eating outside, but when's the last time someone you know organized a big neighborhood picnic, just to have a good time?
And I'm one of those kids who grew up playing Nintendo, and never learned how to dance, and I really regret that. My ideal life is one where everyone has the cultural graces of 1964, but without the racism. I want a life where people actually are not afraid to socially engage one another. I think I was just born in the wrong decade.
I didn't learn how to dance until a couple months before our wedding when her parents taught us. And even then we only learned 3 types (Waltz, Rumba and Fox Trot). I couldn't tell you what dance goes what which song if I hear a big band song, but I tell you what...everyone was delighted at our first dance out there. They didn't know that we only knew a few steps. It was 1,000 times better than your standard slow dancing you see now.
I only wish I really knew it well enough to dance in public more. Especially since my wife would really love it. I encourage every person getting married (or even if you aren't) to take some basic lessons. She'll be really impressed and so will the guests. Plus it makes you feel good out there, and not like you hope nobody is really paying attention (which they are).
You're basically telling my story, dude. I did the exact same thing - went to some classes before the wedding, learned some moves to show off, ended up looking pretty good at the first dance of the reception. But it sparked a lot of fights and frustrations.
How you dance will actually tell you a lot about the character of your relationship.
I threw down the cardboard at my wedding.
No shit - a guy at my wedding actually sprained his wrist doing the worm.
Was this at the Meijer between us, and was it a woman in her late 40's early 50's? I bought 20 things last week and got 16 freaking bags including 3 around some sirloin.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Yeah, that Meijer.
This time is was a young girl, pale as a ghost, a little acne, no makeup.
I think he name was Angie or something, it was on the receipt.
My wife has about 4 cashiers that she just won't go to at that place.
Only place worse is the Hardings, ever been there? That place is a complete freak show.
^I actually sort the stuff myself when I put it on the belt (you are there forever) so I don't have to wait for those idtiots to sort the shit into 5,000 bags. It also saves me time putting the crap in the fridge when I get home.
My supermarket pet pieve is how slow those damn cashiers are. I know they get paid hourly, but come on. They spend enough time on each item to read the nutrition label. it's not that complicated. I know because I did that for 3 years. After about a week you get good enough to fly through the orders. You might not know the PLU's for produce, but %90 of them have stickers anyway.
I think they should have a meter under each checkout number sign saying items per minute (like typing), so you can see how fast each cashier is going. I always pick the worst line. I learned the key to picking the best line is not the size of the carts waiting in line, but how dumb the cashier is. You have to size them up, which is hard to do without actually being in the line for a few minutes (which is long enough for all the other lines to fill up and you are trapped).
At weddings, I just get drunk and look for chicks to bang. Not a dancer, am I.
Hmm, cashier power rankings, I like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by WTFchris
The only pre-sorting I do on the belt is heavy shit first (milk, 12 pack of pop, etc.). I learned the hard way that if you put the bread products first, they get flattened at the bottom of the cart due to the FOFI system (first on, first in).
Back in the day when I was a bagger we did a stellar job of packing that shit. We used paper mostly (it packs WAY better), and actually had baggers. Now the cashiers just do it, which slows them down. Saves Meijer money, and makes everyone wait. Instead of rolling that bagger money into an extra couple cashiers, we all suffer.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
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Originally Posted by Glenn
I know the one you're talking about, talks slow, I avoid her.
I stopped going to the Hardings closer to me a year ago, only ever used the bakery at the one in your town, but the Village Market where i live is 10X worse than either that or Meijers. Dozens of times I have been stuck in a line that didn't move for 10 minutes just waiting to buy beer or eggs or whatever.
Normally spam email that gets through my blockers/fliters is a pet peeve, but this one was at least entertaining...
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Subject: You ask me about this game, Here is it
Good evening, buddy!
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The good thing about Meijer is the self scan lines. If you only have a few things you are not at the mercy of idiots (for the most part)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hermy
Fuckin' people who gotta whip out a checkbook in line for groceries. We've had perfectly good Visa check cards for 15 years, Grandpa Numbnuts! There's no reason in the world to carry around a checkbook anymore, ya goddamn living mummy. Shake the dust out of your dick already.
I know. If you absolutely have to use a check, why can't you have your DL number, phone number and all that shit filled out ahead of time? Just fill in the amount and go.
Instead they make the cashier take a urine sample while we wait.
People who talk too much. I can only process so much information in one sitting, and I really don't want to allocate resources to process a story about your friend's sister's cat.
I'm the shyest person ever, Swami, so I can relate to that...I can't be around people who talk a lot.
Three daughters and a wife. All of them seem to come home at the same time. All four of them talk to me at the same time when they get home. All of them are different age groups with different sets of stories.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Swami
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I was at lunch a while back and I was watching a table full of women eat lunch. It was amazing. The four would all start talking at the same time then all stop at the same time, but they actually understood each other I think. They would all talk, then all laugh, then all eat. This went on for the entire lunch.
In my circles, we generally listen (or pretend too) while the other person is talking, then reply while they listen.
I honestly think women have talents that haven't been discovered yet.
One of the things that's so amazing and also so frustrating about women is that they are not strongly tied to their senses. They may be talking or other women may be talking, but they're not paying attention to what's being said. They're paying attention to the interpersonal subtext. Advantage: it allows them to deeply know and understand someone else's psyche in a short period of time, and it gives them a level of enjoyment with their friends that we can never fully appreciate. Disadvantage: it makes them, at times, profoundly and hilariously unaware of their surroundings.
I think they DO know their talents: To happily destroy the dreams of the men they marry and make their lives miserable, and stick 'em with three or four kids so the poor bastard can;t cut and run.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tahoe
OK, I'm taking it back to my frustration about bathrooms again.
I work in a building where all the restrooms are communal - two urinals, two toilets, and a row of sinks. Today I really had to go to the bathroom - thank you Diet Coke and Thai food - and I am not exaggerating when I say that I just barely made it.
Now, let me say something here: I know I'm weird. I like privacy when I use the bathroom. I prefer to be the only one using it. But today, there was someone else in the bathroom with me. He was someone who appeared to be using the bathroom sinks to wash every container he had ever used to carry his lunch to work. And it took him about 7 minutes to finish it. Every time he turned off the water, and I thought he was going to be done, he would turn it back on again.
Now, keep in mind, I am about to lay down the kind of explosive turd that only Diet Coke and Thai food can really deliver, so I don't necessarily want an apparently homeless co-worker sitting right outside my stall, using the filthy bathroom faucets as a dishwasher, for 7 minutes while I seethe and clench and do my best mental impression of the Amityville house ("GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT"). There are just some things you don't do in a communal bathroom.
I figure that no one has ever really laid down the rules for good restroom etiquette. I thought I would try to come up with some.
- The bathroom is for pissing, shitting, and washing your hands. If you're not doing one of those things, get the fuck out.
- By the way, wash your hands before you leave, you goddamn sleaze. This is why I don't like shaking hands.
- The bathroom is a silent place. If you want to chat, do it somewhere else. If you want to talk on your cell phone (I can't believe anyone would want to), do it somewhere else. If you want to make small talk with you co-workers, do it in the lunchroom. My dick is hanging out of my pants, and that just doesn't make me feel social.
- I'm going to wish death on the next person who stands just outside the bathroom holding a cell phone conversation. Just because you're not technically in the bathroom doesn't mean that the person who is in the bathroom isn't praying that you get super-AIDS.
- If there are 5 stalls, and I'm in the one on the end, guess which one you use? That's right, the one on the other end, fuckface. Not the one right next to me, you fucking cruiser.
And that's about all I could come up with.
I concur. I go downstairs to a set of bathrooms that barely anybody uses to do #2. I don't want people to hear me drop the bomb. BTW, the ones that are in there washing their dishes are the same people that wan't to carry on a 5 minute discussion about the weather as well.
Like you said, if you want to talk to me then why not stop by and chat.
Something else I've always wondered...why do they call it the restroom? I don't take naps in there. There are no couches in there. Call it a damn bathroom. Washroom, sure, I suppose. Lavatory, if you must. it's not a restroom. In fact sometimes #2 is very far from a "rest" at all.
Yeah, actually a "restroom" is where I'd want to go after I take the Browns to the Super Bowl. I imagine it's a place where you can lay on a pile of pillows and listen to Gordon Lightfoot.
I agree and we are NOT alone.
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Damn, I got the last one wrong.
Frankly, the ideal situation is one where the bathroom is shared amongst less than 10 people, and it has a single toilet and a single sink and you close the door when you use it.
At my last job, there were no such toilets. I worked at Visteon Village in Van Buren Twp. and because I had an IT badge that would get me in anywhere, I would actually go across campus to the top floor of the executive office building and use their toilets. Them fuckers never showed up to work.
Anyone who dares bug me about a minor work emergency, talking at my stall door while I am taking a fucking dump in the bathroom, goes to a special place in hell... and I will gladly help them on their way once I finish my business.
I do that in school. Go to the teachers bathroom and take a big fatt ass dump then walk out.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Swami
Is that where you wait for the Pistons to draft Thaddeus Young?
Cross' Location: Waiting for the Pistons to draft Thaddeus Young
Is that where you wait for Republican Senators?Quote:
Originally Posted by Cross
I hate it when someone leaves you a voice mail at work and they close by saying "make it a great day".
WTF is that?
That pisses me off too.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Have a great day, Glen. :)
See, that, I don't mind.
"Make it a great day" is different, for some reason.
http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x...themondays.pngQuote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Damnit, I can't even copy a simple line.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Nouns as verbs bug the shit out of me:
"Whom did you "gift" for christmas?"
I'll "effort" that
Kinkos, a new way to "office"
"Text" me
Text me hard, just the way I like it
'Do lunch' is prolly correct that Do is the verb and lunch is the noun(or is it?), but it doesn't sound right to me. If someone says lets do lunch I normally don't.