Pet Peeves

John Brunner said:
I used to commute to work on my bicycle from the suburbs to just across the river from DC. As long as I obeyed the law (just like any other vehicle), I saw safe. I hated it when other cyclists would ride as though they were adults one moment and little kids doing whatever they wanted the next. And I never wore spandex...just shorts and my Special Needs kid white Bell helmet.
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John, it takes a very brave or very xyz man to ride a bicycle in DC.
 
Emma Potter said:
I am talking about the women who are 300lbs, and squeezing into to them. Not the thin fit women.
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My mother called me fat at a size 4 at 5’10. This January she called me scrawny at size 8/10. Let’s make our minds up please.
Sometimes the sight may not be pleasant and I am not defending fat women but there is a story behind most of them. Been there, done that, ate the tofu.
Nobody is perfect and age brings out a lot of imperfections. A good friend is around 250 at 5’7. She is always put together even in bright red leggings. Her hair can be a messy bun and she can miss a finger nail but she walks in a room and sparkles. She has presence. Those dimples on her thighs do not take away from her.
Personally I knew one 300 pounder. A top tier recruiter with Regions Bank. It was a combination of a 24/7 high impact job and a spouse with every illness under the sun. We had OW Lee patio furniture and they asked for bar stools. He passed in his late 40s, she left the industry, went through surgery and is doing fine.
 
"News" articles sympathizing with 20 year olds whining that "Boomers are greedy and will spend it all and leave us nothing."

Huh. Dunno 'bout anyone else here, but I was never left a dime. Once I was 18 I was out. All I ever got in "support" was literally $20 once. Nobody was even giving me anything for birthdays or Christmas, much less some inheritance.

Oh, come to think of it my grandmother did help me buy a class ring in high school.
 
As I understand it, Elon Musk got nothing from his father. He started Paypal and his fortune grew from there. He was merely a genius and used his talents.
I have what I have because my family was frugal and I learned from that. Waste not want not. We inherited what we did because of that tradition.
 
I'm full of pet peeves, so I'll add another one: loud people.

You've probably heard them in a restaurant, when you can't carry on a quiet conversation because people at another table are invested in making sure that everyone in the building shares their enthusiasm for whatever it is that they are laughing and screaming about. Just a few moments ago, I was sitting here upstairs, with the windows closed and the television on, when I heard what sounded like a crowd of people coming down the street. Being the terminus of the Appalachian Trail, Millinocket often schedules concerts, festivals, or whatever at Veterans' Park, just south of here, and sometimes there are parades, so I looked out the window to see if I could figure out what was going on. It was three young women walking down the sidewalk, laughing and talking at a volume that suggested they were yelling at someone across town.
 
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Good morning to all-

Ken, I will stand up, raise my right hand to the sky and holler "AMEN!" to your post.

Those fools who insist that everyone around hears and knows their personal business- whether it's talking on cell phone, talking in person or just talking to themselves- deserve a good slap to the face. I don't care about your troubles. I don't care about your good luck. I don't care how badly you are being treated- keep it to yourself.

If you're talking loud enough that I can hear you from 30 feet away, you're talking too damned loud- turn the volume down...

There. I feel better. thank you Ken for starting this discussion.

you all be safe and keep well- Ed
 
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