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Kids won't believe you? Take them to the local hospital.
(Sun 10th Jul 2005, 2:32, More)
Kids won't believe you? Take them to the local hospital.
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» Crap meals out
Three here:
1) At a place that no longer exists, I stopped in after having a pleasant experience. This time, however, cemented in my mind I'd never go back, even if it was only second time I'd been in. The first time I'd gone in, everything was properly spaced: I'd just finished my soup when the waitress brought my salad and I'd just finished my salad when she brought me the entree. Lovely. This second time, I'd just barely had half the soup when the waitress (a different one this time, I should add) brought out the salad. Okay. No problem. I've been in situations where I had to juggle soup and salad at the same time. Had a couple bites of salad when - ta dah! - out comes the entree. Barely enough space on the table for me to read my book! She never even came back to see if I wanted a refill on my drink. With cold soup and soggy salad, I finished eating and complained to the management. Got three $5 gift certificates but I couldn't bring myself to go back.
2) At another place I no longer frequent, the waitress brought out my meal but never returned with the ketchup or to check on how everything was: turns out she'd skipped out for her own dinner.
3) At still a third place that no longer exists, my SO and I stopped off with two friends who were driving through town for a quick nibble and some coffee. The food arrived tepid, at best, and "cheese sauce" on the french fries turned out to be a slice of processed American cheese that had been melted under the heat lamp on the service counter, but the corker was it was at least 30 degrees too cold in the place (and when I complain about the temperature, it's TOO COLD). We asked the waitress if they could do something about it, but it turned out the day manager was the one with the key that unlocked the cover over the thermostat and we were there on the overnight shift. All four of us complained and none of us had to pay for anything.
(Sat 29th Apr 2006, 2:36, More)
Three here:
1) At a place that no longer exists, I stopped in after having a pleasant experience. This time, however, cemented in my mind I'd never go back, even if it was only second time I'd been in. The first time I'd gone in, everything was properly spaced: I'd just finished my soup when the waitress brought my salad and I'd just finished my salad when she brought me the entree. Lovely. This second time, I'd just barely had half the soup when the waitress (a different one this time, I should add) brought out the salad. Okay. No problem. I've been in situations where I had to juggle soup and salad at the same time. Had a couple bites of salad when - ta dah! - out comes the entree. Barely enough space on the table for me to read my book! She never even came back to see if I wanted a refill on my drink. With cold soup and soggy salad, I finished eating and complained to the management. Got three $5 gift certificates but I couldn't bring myself to go back.
2) At another place I no longer frequent, the waitress brought out my meal but never returned with the ketchup or to check on how everything was: turns out she'd skipped out for her own dinner.
3) At still a third place that no longer exists, my SO and I stopped off with two friends who were driving through town for a quick nibble and some coffee. The food arrived tepid, at best, and "cheese sauce" on the french fries turned out to be a slice of processed American cheese that had been melted under the heat lamp on the service counter, but the corker was it was at least 30 degrees too cold in the place (and when I complain about the temperature, it's TOO COLD). We asked the waitress if they could do something about it, but it turned out the day manager was the one with the key that unlocked the cover over the thermostat and we were there on the overnight shift. All four of us complained and none of us had to pay for anything.
(Sat 29th Apr 2006, 2:36, More)
» Debt pron
Took the noble way out
About two weeks before I finally filed for bankruptcy, I got a phone call from a lawyer's office. Her name is Bitchy McCuntenstein. Or might as well have been. I couldn't work anything out with her and, of course, I was the biggest waste of time. I did a little research on debt code in the US and found out if they did try to sue, they'd get a fraction of the debt. Called her back again and told her this, telling her I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't get a loan from my credit union or my boyfriend's parents, so I seriously contemplated downing the entire contents of a bottle of night time pain reliever. Sleep it off. For good.
Then I thought about how pissed my mother would be. How strapped my boyfriend would be because he's on disability. Everybody around me.
Finally went to a bankruptcy attorney. They were actually very pleasant people, only getting upset because this was post-reform of the US bankruptcy code and the whole thing sounded like it was a mess, from their view (I actually amused them, I think, with my expeditious nature in getting all the forms and paperwork to them sooner than they'd expected!)
A couple days go by and I get another message from Bitchy McCuntenstein. I tell her I'm filing for bankruptcy and she needs to talk to my lawyer now. In a tone that is usually reserved for 10-year-olds who finally learn how to change their socks, she said to me, "Well, I'm glad you've finally decided to do something about it." I should have told her, "Shut up, bitch. You're losing your commission on this one. And getting much, MUCH less than what the debt's actually worth SO I WIN. Sort of."
P.S.) My debt was about $10,000 more than my income. Do I get some sort of prize?
P.P.S.) I hear all the time about how people in Great Britain are worried their credit card rates will be going up to 10% to 15%. Here in the US, card rates are regularly 20% to 35%.
(Sat 25th Nov 2006, 6:41, More)
Took the noble way out
About two weeks before I finally filed for bankruptcy, I got a phone call from a lawyer's office. Her name is Bitchy McCuntenstein. Or might as well have been. I couldn't work anything out with her and, of course, I was the biggest waste of time. I did a little research on debt code in the US and found out if they did try to sue, they'd get a fraction of the debt. Called her back again and told her this, telling her I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't get a loan from my credit union or my boyfriend's parents, so I seriously contemplated downing the entire contents of a bottle of night time pain reliever. Sleep it off. For good.
Then I thought about how pissed my mother would be. How strapped my boyfriend would be because he's on disability. Everybody around me.
Finally went to a bankruptcy attorney. They were actually very pleasant people, only getting upset because this was post-reform of the US bankruptcy code and the whole thing sounded like it was a mess, from their view (I actually amused them, I think, with my expeditious nature in getting all the forms and paperwork to them sooner than they'd expected!)
A couple days go by and I get another message from Bitchy McCuntenstein. I tell her I'm filing for bankruptcy and she needs to talk to my lawyer now. In a tone that is usually reserved for 10-year-olds who finally learn how to change their socks, she said to me, "Well, I'm glad you've finally decided to do something about it." I should have told her, "Shut up, bitch. You're losing your commission on this one. And getting much, MUCH less than what the debt's actually worth SO I WIN. Sort of."
P.S.) My debt was about $10,000 more than my income. Do I get some sort of prize?
P.P.S.) I hear all the time about how people in Great Britain are worried their credit card rates will be going up to 10% to 15%. Here in the US, card rates are regularly 20% to 35%.
(Sat 25th Nov 2006, 6:41, More)
» The last thing that made me cry
The "Valse Triste" segment in "Allegro Non Troppo"
I've seen that part three times and I've cried each time. It's not just a simple tear, either; we're talking three tissues crying and blubbing.
(Sat 16th Apr 2005, 18:07, More)
The "Valse Triste" segment in "Allegro Non Troppo"
I've seen that part three times and I've cried each time. It's not just a simple tear, either; we're talking three tissues crying and blubbing.
(Sat 16th Apr 2005, 18:07, More)