What pissed you off today? Mark III

Losing a temporary crown for the 2nd time in 5 days, crunching it to smithereens and having to wait until Monday to do anything about it.
*pic snip*
That sounds like a really, really shitty day. Hope it gets better for you soon and things get fixed posthaste!


I've made a rookie mistake and it really pisses me off right now. I need a vacation.
 
Mortality. Gotta figure out a tactful way to ask an elderly relative "have you got a will and what do you want for your funeral?" and I don't know how to have that conversation.
 
Mortality. Gotta figure out a tactful way to ask an elderly relative "have you got a will and what do you want for your funeral?" and I don't know how to have that conversation.

No way to put lipstick on that pig...just ask.
I'm 72, and can almost guarantee you your relative has already given this some thought.
 
Mortality. Gotta figure out a tactful way to ask an elderly relative "have you got a will and what do you want for your funeral?" and I don't know how to have that conversation.

Maybe try, "who keeps your will and has directions for your funeral?" instead. Or, who do I contact if...

It's not an easy subject but it may open a deluge of info. I started by asking my mom if she had a list of people she wanted to ensure the family contact if ever needed.
 
Maybe try, "who keeps your will and has directions for your funeral?" instead. Or, who do I contact if...

It's not an easy subject but it may open a deluge of info. I started by asking my mom if she had a list of people she wanted to ensure the family contact if ever needed.

Yeah, I was talking to her yesterday and she mentioned a friend of hers who I hadn't heard of before and I was like "what's her full name? Let me just make a note of that" in case... you know. Guess we have to bite the bullet.
 
Seeing a possible poser in bdsm personals tonite doing very well at pulling in unsuspecting newbies.
I don't have any solid evidence so I can't really do anything about it but he comes across as really icky, slimy to me.
:mad::mad::mad:
 
Providing neighborhood entertainment.

Let's just say I tapped out flat on my back and the garbage cart won. In the front yard, of course, and in full view for the neighborhood's delight!

PS no bones were broken in this endeavor, a few scrapes and bruised ribs, maybe, but the critical injury was to my pride. :eek::mad::eek::mad::eek::mad:
 
Seeing a possible poser in bdsm personals tonite doing very well at pulling in unsuspecting newbies.
I don't have any solid evidence so I can't really do anything about it but he comes across as really icky, slimy to me.
:mad::mad::mad:

Follow your instincts. You have had skin in the game long enough to know what is what.
 
That sounds like a really, really shitty day. Hope it gets better for you soon and things get fixed posthaste!


I've made a rookie mistake and it really pisses me off right now. I need a vacation.

This AV does NOT piss me off.
 
Are you fuckin' kidding me?!

In the summer, I usually siesta during the afternoon while it's hot and am up all night. Today, however, I had some trouble resting for a variety of reasons that no one would (or should) give a damn about if they weren't involved.

I was just about to doze off around 2200 (that's 10 p.m. for those that can't count past twelve). And the phone rang.

Now, if I'd managed to get all the way asleep, it wouldn't have mattered. 'Cause there is not a sound that will wake me once I check out. But, I was still awake enough that I heard it. So, I answered it. 'Cause there are a few people left on this ball of rock hurtling through lonely space that I give a fart from a finger flinging ferret on a Ferris Wheel about that have my phone number.

It wasn't one of the select few.

It was some fucking robocall at ten o' fuckin' clock wanting to talk to me about my credit card debt.

During the day, when some stupid spam comes through, I can shrug it off (if I'm with it enough to hear the phone). But, this was after the time when any business should be conducting business since sane and rational people are either in bed or trying to wind down for it.

Setting aside for a moment that I don't have any damn credit cards, and haven't for a decade now, if you ring somebody's phone between 2200 and 0900, then you'd better either know them damn well and have standing permission to do so or there'd better be an emergency involving blood and broken bone. (Or else there might be if there wasn't already. :mad:)

Damn straight I pushed one to talk to their customer service people, already bellowing into my mouthpiece.

Chicken shit hung up, leaving me wide awake again and fuming. Fucking coward.
 
Still fuming about an email from a friend a few hours ago in which she detailed abuse (physical and mental and emotional) from her former lover, threats to make shared files public, and her attempted suicide which placed her in the hospital for seventy-two hours.
 
People STILL using the "I have an illness so it prevents me from wearing a mask" lie at the supermarket.
 
People STILL using the "I have an illness so it prevents me from wearing a mask" lie at the supermarket.

I hear you brother.

I've had my diaphragm affected by Parkinson's on top of bouts of takotsubo cardiomyopathy that can mimic congestive heart failure and fill my lungs with congestion similar to... well, you get the idea. When I put on my old leather mask with quilting and felt backing, a holdover from my "Born to Be Wild" days, it is damn hard to breathe. But, I do it. Every single time I set foot outside my bunker, I hang that mask around my neck for the mile limp to the store and pull it up in the parking lot when I start getting close to people. And don't claw it back down, hacking and wheezing in 110 degree heat, until I'm a good ways back out in the lot.

The thing is, if we're both walking around without pants on and one of us pisses, it's probably going to get on the other one. If one of us has pants on and the other pisses, it might still get on the other one and soak through. But, if both of us have pants on, the one who pisses will mostly just get their own leg wet with too little splashing on the other to soak through.

I'm about this close to carrying my braided leather bullwhip with me as well when I got out, and when I see one of those asshats wearing a mask on their chin like a kid playing Abe Lincoln in elementary school, pointing out "the tip of this will reach exactly six feet. And I'm proficient enough that you won't feel it on your face with so much as a paper mask, but you don't have one covering your sneer. Do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya?"
 
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