Papers would be so much more fun if proofreaders made more interesting notations, such as those in the illustration below. I think the “add mustache” and “word tornado” should definitely be used more often.
I was the last customer for one of the grocery store checkers, but I didn’t know it yet. He was dealing with the woman in front of me in the express lane. The lady was insisting that 14 food items and 20 bottles of wine counted as 15 items or less. Then she took forever getting her payment out, and insisted on bagging her groceries herself. With the six foot rule, it took forever.
Another checker came up behind me and closed the line and told me that the checker is off for the day after me. I told her I’m always a little off. She walked away laughing
When I got to the checker with my single bag of tomatoes, I told the checker that I was going to be his favorite customer of the day. He said “yes! The last one!” He got it! I was surprised. I only had a card with me, so I ended up charging $.62 on it, which annoyed me, but he took it with a smile. At least I made his day end on a positive note.
Before I saw this comic, I hadn’t thought about how cats give information to the younger generations. Now I understand!
Do you suppose that the older cat here is named Maria? I don’t think I’ve ever run into a cat named Maria. I am sure someone has called a cat Maria at some point?
I was surprised by the fact that the Jetsons were accurate. Online school for kids isn’t on here, and I haven’t seen too many flying cars lately, but wow, I am impressed with the writers.
I have always loved The Far Side Comics. For years, they were featured in the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco, so I think I managed to read all of them.
I was thrilled to hear that Gary Larson was drawing new comics. The above linked website shows them. Unfortunately, there are only two new ones on there, so far. The old ones are still there, though, so it’s worth looking into.
Once in a while, I wake up randomly because my nose is stuffed. It’s from allergies and dry air. I get up and go into the bathroom to blow my nose.
One morning, I was attempting to take care of my nose and then head back to bed. I intentionally tried to stay semi-asleep in an attempt to get right back into bed to continue sleeping. I wandered into the bathroom, grabbed a Qtip and attempted to use it to blow my nose. Well, that didn’t work, as you might have guessed. I had to wake up fully to figure out that I need a Kleenex to take care of this job. So much for falling back asleep right away.
When I was at the grocery store the other day, it became obvious to me that I had wandered in on the day that the employees were getting their bonuses. The younger employees were all getting in the checkout lines to cash their checks. It didn’t take long, but it was unusual enough to make me ask questions.
I ended up in line between two employees. One was almost finished cashing her check. The other was waiting for me to check out so he could cash his check. The first person finished and was chatting with the bagger while she waited for the second. The checker finished up my transaction and was I was paying when I heard the first person and the bagger start laughing. The bagger told the cashier to turn off the belt. The employee who was in line behind me was trying to endorse his check, using the conveyor belt as a table. He put the check down and tried to get his pen ready. The check would move along the belt. He’d pick the check up again. He put the check down. He tried to get his pen ready, and the check was down the belt again. He had to pick it up and start again. It was funny to watch him attempt this over and over. I looked at the checker and told her to make him work for his money. She offered to speed up the belt to make it funnier. I left, so I never knew if he eventually got his check endorsed. It was certainly part of my entertainment for the day.
I watched this movie as part of a weekly Harry Potter movie series. We watched 1-8, and they host announced that we had 3 more left. What? I thought we were done.
Puffs is the Harry Potter story told by a group of Hufflepuffs. It was a play that was recorded and made into a movie. It’s humorous and very silly.
I don’t know that I would watch it again, but it was fun to watch it at least one time. Snape as the Sex Ed teacher was funny enough to make it worth watching that one time.
When I first started at my current job, years ago, we had a water dispenser that took 5 gallon bottles of water. We used to have to lug the bottles down the hallway, wipe down the bottles, take the plastic lid off, and lift and tip and drop the bottle onto the dispenser, hoping that we would not get ourselves, the wall, the floor, or anyone else wet. Most of the time, we ended up with wet shoes or shirts. This got a little easier when we switched to 3 gallon bottles, but the process was pretty much the same.
Fast forward several years. We got new dispensers that were supposedly spill proof. The new bottles were different. They were still a reasonable 3 gallon size, but now they had little tabs on the bottles that we pulled off and just dropped the bottle onto the dispenser. Much easier and no one washed themselves accidentally.
I had to figure this out. The next time it was time to change the water bottle, I pulled the bottle off the dispenser and looked into the dispenser. There was a pin, about the size of a finger, inside the dispenser. It must do something. I put the new bottle on. Oh, ok. The pin goes into the cap and stops the water from coming out. But what keeps the water inside the bottle when it’s upside down like that?
I took the empty water bottle and began investigating. There seemed to be a little dent in the middle of the cap. The pin must go there. There was a little piece of plastic inside the dent. I wondered how it kept the water in, so, of course, I put my finger in the dent to see how tight the seal was. It was not tight at all. It gave way immediately.
I was not expecting that little pressure, so I pushed harder than I should have. When the plastic piece gave way, my finger took up the space where it had been.
My finger was just the tiniest bit bigger than the plastic piece, so it didn’t come out easily. I lifted my hand to see if I could get my finger out but it was in there. Thankfully the water bottle was empty, so it was light. I wasn’t panicking, but thoughts went through my head. Would this be considered worker’s comp? Can I get up to the emergency room upstairs without drawing too much attention to myself? How am I going to explain this one at the emergency room?
I eventually got my finger unstuck just before my coworker came around the corner. She looked at where I was, the look on my face and the water bottle with the little piece of plastic in it. She asked me if I had been stuck. I admitted that I had been. She just shook her head and declared that only I could get myself in a situation like that and she walked away.
I am sure that I’m not the only one, but I’m usually the first one to admit that I do stuff like that.
This popped up for me several times. I think I have posted it before, but I can’t seem to find where I posted it. Please excuse the duplicate post if this is one.
I have been most of these types of readers at some point in my life. Currently, I am usually a nocturnal reader. With bookclubs, I tend to be a guilty reader sometimes. I read multiple books at once, so I guess I could be classified as indecisive, too.
Always, though, I am classified as a reader.