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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (53407)	7/15/2000 6:00:21 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

What a day today!! I was watching two really good chess players, ones who used to beat me in 3 moves. I got asked to play a game but I had quit a couple of years ago as I couldn't focus enough to ever win. I got talked into it. For about the first 10 moves I was holding my own and then I moved a pawn in what looked like a dumb move, that cost him a rook. God, I was getting focused, thinking several moves ahead, his and mine both. I got so excited to be thinking so clearly I started shaking. His Queen was threatening and I had a Knight in the way. He brought up two of his Knights to go after mine and help his Queen nail me and said gotcha. So I took his Queen and pointed out one of his Knights would be next and he'd be in check, then I'd take his Light Bishop and the next move would be CHECKMATE. I had him so bad I told him my moves and he still could't do anything about it. Brief moments of focused sanity, How Sweet It Is....

To: Rambi who wrote (53407)	7/15/2000 6:19:50 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

That is terrible. You KNOW you can always FREEK me OUT with this stuff, don't you? I mean, ruin me? R - U - I - N. I tell MJ, "I can't go to the store." (She just left.) These are the reasons! Why would anyone EVER GO A SECOND TIME with these experiences? I would think they would all be shut down and boarded up. It's no wonder I have to get DRUNK before I will go with her. Then I can HANDLE those bitches, believe you me. Yessir. I have not yet been arrested. But there's NO WAY I'm keeping my mouth shut. I'm either grabbing my stomach and running out to the car, or I'm TALKIN TO THE SUB-HUMANS. Drop-kicking. I see NO REASON to bear these things. To suffer the unsufferable. I will insult little kids and tell them to "Go tell your Mom." "I'll wait here." I SCREAM at them! Literally! From down at the end of the aisle! Goddam right! I'll sic the Produce Man on them in a nano-second. THIS gives me PLEASURE. THIS is my method of FIGHTING BACK! People are always preaching "tolerance?" Bull! INTOLERANCE IS THE KEY!!!! SMASH-EM! BTW, a friend informs me that the reason your green peppers magnify the stars is that veggies are "coated with food grade petroleum." (Not that there's anything rong with that.) I assume this person knows whereof. And another thing....uhm....you make me laugh. It seems, if I may say, that last winter it seemed you harely ever posted, gee it was awful, and now we are seeing the fro-Zen experiences we treasure DAR for, again. I am most happy about this ~ where I was most worried about LIFE in general, before. Truth. Really worried and down. Honest. About this, in particular. Sheesh, I know. So there. I am DEPENDENT. (Deduct me.) I mean, it's just not right ~ life just isn't right ~ without your interior-exterior latex perspective. Frequently cast about. I am drinking some Chardonnay and pruning tall trees on tall ladders, in your honor. But I keep getting sawdust down my shirt. Man I hate that. You could sing, for me? I will leave you a tree-branch seat. Perch. I am extremely good at pruning, if I may say so myself. It might be the only thing I have the nerve to say that, about. I'm the best I've seen. Really. It's fun to watch. Eeek! Kind of amazing. Things get classier. Very. Very very Classy. I'm on my second giant dumpster worth of limbs. I should own a chipper, but we know what would happen. Fargo. (Paul can also admit, he's not totally competent.) BUT ~ The Best! Knows his STUFF. Thank you, dear, for the stories, and the CW update. It sounds like he's having a gas. Portends well for the future. Must be a pretty smart cookie, too. Jeez. I'v never designed and built a robot, and couldn't; but I've designed and built a garden wall. Usually employers don't prioritize garden walls, though. Fortunately, I'm umemployed. Who cares about all this crap? Well, nobody......I just got HOT. I'm better now. Bye.

To: Rambi who wrote (53407)	7/16/2000 2:03:03 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Pet peeve-- the little old ladies who stop right in the middle of the aisle Ahhh. I knew there was something I wanted to tell you. I rarely lose my temper at work. Well, at least at the public. My supervisors get to see The Dark Side on a regular basis. Which is A Good Thing, since it keeps them from hanging around my letter case annoying me and getting in the way. But one day this week... my route was plagued with empty-headed drivers. I've never seen so many people blocking the way. The UPS driver and I were rolling our eyes at the dopes we had to contend with. And then... I was in a very crowded parking lot and needed to pull ahead a few hundred feet to get to a large commercial building. A delivery van was double parked on my left, and I was squeezing by on his right. There was a beat up blue car right in front of me... and the driver was backing up. I honked. She waved. I honked again. She waved again. I yelled out the door Pull up! I have to get by you!. She waved again, obviously wanting me to back up. Well, we have a rule against backing up. A high percentage of our vehicle accidents are the result of backing. There is no rear window in these trucks, and no windows along the back panels, so we have very limited visibility when backing. I have a small fisheye mirror to let me see what's immediately behind me, but I can't see much. So I wasn't about to risk tearing somebody's fender off in order to please this fool in front of me. But it became apparent that she simply wasn't going to move forward. So I parked my truck right behind her, pulled out the tubs of mail I needed and hiked off to the building. I was really steaming. The moose was waiting for me when I came out of the building a few minutes later. She was a big one, maybe three hundred pounds in her stocking feet. She began howling about how rude I was, blah, blah, blah. This was not a good move on her part. I managed to refrain from using expletives and otherwise comparing her to barnyard animals, but everyone else within earshot was wincing and wide-eyed. My verbal blast barely registered on the moose, and she waddled off to the food tasting seminar that had unfortunately attracted her in the first place, licking her chops, her nostrils flaring in appreciation. This is only the second time I can remember having a customer get under my skin. Usually I'm an expert at defusing trouble. But not this time....

To: Rambi who wrote (53407)	7/16/2000 1:15:25 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

When someone's cart is blocking the aisle, and the person has her hands on the handle (it's never a man, have you noticed that?), I say "beep-beep" in a loud, piercing, but faux humorous tone. If the cart is unmanned, I walk up to it and move it out of my way. That probably sounds aggressive, but the stores here have aisles three carts wide, so the only way to block an aisle is to block the middle path, so they deserve any grief they get. I think people may be more polite in other places, like Canada. It astonished me that in Canada, all you have to do is LOOK like you are going to use a cross-walk, or need the right-of-way, and Canadian drivers give it to you. Here in Fairfax, if you step off the sidewalk onto a zebra cross-walk and wait, nine times out of ten the cars will give you the right of way. So I was surprised in Warrenton, way out in Fauquier County, Thursday, when Ben, Nick and I waited in a cross-walk for the right-of-way to cross Main Street, a two lane street right in the center of a small old-fashioned town, and twenty or thirty cars passed without giving us the right-of-way. Finally, a lady from Fairfax stopped. Eating food in stores without paying is common in New Orleans, but I've never seen it in Fairfax. On the other hand, it's very customary to tailgate on the Beltway, and cut in and out of traffic if the people ahead of you insist on going the speed limit and leaving several car lengths stopping distance. The only way to avoid having people cut in front of you is not leave them enough room, and their idea of enough room can be far less than your own. My point being that manners seem to be regional.