So trivial, yet it really ticks you off.

LizzieMaine said:

That's just ridiculous.

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tonyb said:

That’s a good way of putting it.

Familiar with an outfit called Harry & David? It sells flawless fruit artily packaged for absurd amounts of money. Customers typically buy it as gifts for the more geographically distant people on their lists. The lovely missus has done just that in years past, and on account of that we still get their glossy full-color catalogs.

I recall telling her that I found the enterprise distasteful. It’s fruit, for cryin’ out loud. The people who would most benefit from good fruit in their diets don’t get enough of it because even at supermarket prices (a small fraction of what the mail order outfit charges) they have difficulty affording it. And here we are sending people these aesthetically impeccable pears for what works out to several dollars each. If that’s an exaggeration, it isn’t such a wild one. It’s something like 40 bucks for nine pears.

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GHT said:

Some chance of that. Many years ago I discovered a worrying lump in the crown jewels. My doctor got me an appointment with a specialist. The specialist was one of the most snobbish persons that I have ever come across. Instead of putting on surgical gloves to examine my testicles, he used a small wooden spatula. It annoyed me so much that I held my scrotum and told him that we are all made the same. He completely ignored me, telling me that it was nothing to worry about. In an accent that I can't even begin to describe he informed me that I had: "A waricose wein." It's still there year's later, my waricose wein. My missus will say, if she catches me having a clandestine scratch, "Wayne playing up?"

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ChrisB said:

We should have a classless society, commuters of the world, unite!

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GHT said:

Some chance of that. Many years ago I discovered a worrying lump in the crown jewels. My doctor got me an appointment with a specialist. The specialist was one of the most snobbish persons that I have ever come across. Instead of putting on surgical gloves to examine my testicles, he used a small wooden spatula. It annoyed me so much that I held my scrotum and told him that we are all made the same. He completely ignored me, telling me that it was nothing to worry about. In an accent that I can't even begin to describe he informed me that I had: "A waricose wein." It's still there year's later, my waricose wein. My missus will say, if she catches me having a clandestine scratch, "Wayne playing up?"

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Hat and Rehat said:

You are the Rodney Dangerfield of the Lounge, Lizzie.
One line zingers par excellance.

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tonyb said:

All this plastic packaging for four peaches. (No, I didn’t buy it. It was left behind by the last person in our short-term rental.)

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Hat and Rehat said:

I have heard that in Paris people so resent having to pay for public transportation that jumping the turnstiles is practiced as a matter of principle. Usually you ride for free, but sometimes they nab you and you pay a stiff fine.
Capitalism fills the void. You can buy fare fine insurance!

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Lean'n'mean said:

Let me assure you that the majority of Parisians pay for their tickets on the Metro & other train services. A few people chance their luck & jump the turnstiles without a ticket & they of course, are the ones people hear about, there will always be those who try to get something for nothing.
Many Parisian employers cover the public transport costs of their employees anyway & there are various reductions for monthly or annual passes which will give you unlimited travel on the whole Metro & buss networks.(within the walls of Paris)
The current price of a single Metro ticket is €1,90, which is what ? $2,12 give or take a few cents.
This reply was brought to you by the Parisian Tourist board.

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3fingers said:

When the bluetooth things were brand new I was in a store aisle when a woman about 10 feet away suddenly yelled "WTF do you think you're doing"? I was a bit shocked to say the least and said "excuse me"?
I can still see her venomous expression when she turned to me and said "I'm on the phone!"
Since that day I've not tried to tell the difference between public bluetooth users and the chronically delusional. It's a difference without distinction.

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LizzieMaine said:

Driving along a quiet country road this morning, I was passed by a lone motorcyclist dressed in a full Santa Claus outfit.

1. It's too soon.
2. The world has reached such a state that it never even occured to me that I might be hallucinating.
3. And even if I was, that my hallucinations should take the form of Santa Claus riding a motorcycle in September.

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Zombie_61 said:

Not if it's cooked right.

Okay, admittedly, my previous post is more opinion/matter of taste than fact. Add to that the fact that I've never been to Texas and, therefore, have never tasted "authentic" Texas barbecue. But I've also never--ever--tasted a barbecue sauce that I preferred over the flavor of properly barbecued beef or chicken. They're always too sweet, or too "smoky", or too something, they're always too much of a mess, and they obscure the flavor of the meat. I much prefer a few light seasonings and/or marinade and the proper amount of time on the grill.

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LizzieMaine said:

Barbecue? Feh. Pastrami is the one true brisket.

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Hat and Rehat said:

It's one reason I'm always armed.

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GHT said:

For goodness sake don't go giving her compliments like that, next thing you know she will be looking for royalties.
(just teasing Lizzie.)

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Hat and Rehat said:

I just lost a long one about some vintage shoes, responding to you!
I need a drink!

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