Amazon continues to keep themselves in the news. The workers describe excessive heat, fainting in NYC warehouse.
These guys are like the government: they keep abusing the workers and nothing ever happens.
Also reported: the plague, herpes, and giving birth
Your love is like a rabies shot
FBI Confiscates Alleged Rioter's ‘Fully Constructed U.S. Capitol Lego Set’
Also an erector set, lincoln logs, and a couple of Rubik's cubes in the shape of an ihop
Regardless of how you feel about the law, note that the larger group (EU) is putting pressure. This is precisely the reason to not consider membership in any group including other countries. No group should have sovereignty over a country (like the UN). All of this has nothing to do with whether you agree or not with the legislation.
Today I identify as out of date condoms
How's that car - is it repaired yet?
Yer kidding me, right?
They still haven't gotten it towed from the tow truck place to the collision place. It's about 3 weeks since the accident. Two people from insurer have told me it's being towed in the past week.
Ooooh, now it can't be towed without me releasing it.
Keystone Kop Towing, Inc.
How's the rental?
Funny you should ask. They called this morning to let me know we are about to run out of rental days from our insurer.
It's a Mercedes SUV. WTF am I doing in a Mercedes? Everybody who sees me getting out of it wonders who that dirtbag is, getting out of the Mercedes. He certainly doesn't look like he can afford a used Hyundai, no less a Mercedes. Believe me, it's only because the rental car company took pity on us because they didn't have rental cars twice when we went there. I got stopped twice because the police thought I stole it. PROFILING!
How's the insurance?
The third person I talked to this week, who told me the car is being towed to the collision center, is allegedly getting the car towed to the collision center. After I release it. And they are nice enough to extend the rental days, for obvious reasons.
How's the car?
Is it the Catholics who have a Purgatory? I think it's in Purgatory.
No, wait, Purgatory is after you die. Limbo?
It's in a Quantum state, in which it's at the tow center and the collision center (until it's observed).
This would be funny if I didn't have to pay a daily rate on the rental, regardless of the fact I have rental days through insurance. It's like health insurance, or any other insurance.
What now?
The car will continue in a quantum state until it eventually gets towed. At that point, it will exist in only one place, which is obviously completely the wrong place. Ancient Astronaut Theorists believe that within a day of the quantum reveal, it will exist at the right place.
Whenever it arrives at the right place, Right Place Activities will start.
Keeping in mind that the tow guy said it might be totaled, it will then proceed with its estimate of the situation. Estimating is not a process to take lightly.
- the car goes to the Estimating Spot<tm>
- the car is ignored for a week or two, because they're 'very busy' [with beer and spliffs]
- customer calls to ask about car: "We're working on it. We've spoken to Insurance, but we're not going to tell you what we told them"
- customer calls Insurance: "No, they haven't called us at all. We have 14 messages into them."
- customer calls estimator: "It's ok, we've been really busy. The Emmys are coming up and we have been discussing them seriously and have to put our bets in. We should be able to get to it next week."
- estimator walks around car, waits a week, makes notes, does nothing else
- customer calls insurer, gets second rental car extension, has no idea of status
- insurer gives up and gives customer the rental car for good
AND SOMEBODY SCRAPED THE RENTAL.
Go ahead, skeptics - tell me the universe isn't plotting against me.
Forced to get off the couch, I wound up driving the rental. To say the controls are user-hostile is to refer to WWII as a minor skirmish. I gave up trying to get the a/c off Tsunami Mode. My mom froze in her seat and we had to spend the entire weekend thawing her out.
More than anything, I wanted to Bluetooth my phone into the stereo, so I could listen to some music. I tried for half an hour. Wife tried for another hour. Needless to say, we're still stuck with the radio. There is no manual in the car. The trouble, as I see it, is that the entire system was designed by one of Mercedes' janitors, after a weekend bender. It was like one of those kids games, where they put plastic stickers on a surface. The system asks you to do something, but there's no way to say YES or NO. It just sits there, mocking the renter, knowing there will be no pairing today. Or ever.
- I'm taking a two week vacation from pr0n.
- Aren't you impressed that I could type that with a straight face?
The Internet of Clean: Samsung washing machine app requires access to your contacts and location
Yeah, I'll get right on that.
Dear Everybody: Joe's load is done. Come see Joe's load.
- Quadriplegic driver makes Goodwood Festival racing debut
- "Nobody told me I'd have to turn!"
It's been quiet on the internet and at work since LGBTQ+@- pride month expired.
There were actual meetings about putting LGBTQ into our work.
A survey of networks and hackers revealed that they don't care about LGBTQ and will continue to do their jobs regardless.
Hacker 1: man, there's a ton of industries we can hit this month
Hacker 2: we'll make millions on ransomware
Hacker 1: we promised to stay out of medical
Hacker 2: yup
Hacker 1: it's Pride Month, so we have to avoid LGBTQ
Hacker 2: how do we know?
Hacker 1: aside from theater - everything's fair game
Coroner unable to connect the two
Woman, 35, crushed to death by six karaoke screens as she celebrates her birthday in Russia nightclub
Karaoke is the tragedy
I went to a dry karaoke night, to support some alcoholic friends.
It was enough to make you drink.
Huh?
I'm the hardass in the family.
Mrs. lefty is a saint who naturally has a lot of patience.
We took Mom our for food the other day.
There are pancake chains and there are pancake chains. This one had a blue sign.
The parking lot was near empty but, surprisingly, there were many people inside. And when I say many people, I mean many dirty tables. Mrs lefty went in to get us a table. She saw the carnage and waited for someone to seat her. There were three employees engaged in Important Conversation and indicated she should Hold On. Mrs. lefty, sainted and full of patience, actually turned around and left. It takes an awful lot to get on her nerves, as you would imagine. She said the employees looked relieved they didn't have to deal with another of those troublesome customers.
This location of the blue sign pancake chain is a disaster. To be fair, it's a disaster or slightly less disastrous, depending on time, day, and position of the Moon. We really wanted to give it a chance, plus it's really close. We normally drive 20 minutes up the road to their other location, which is nice, clean, has good service, and only slightly boisterous clientele. We mentioned this to the staff once, and they told us we're not the first people to say that.
When at the closer location, the nature of the disaster can run be from the customers and the staff or any degree in between. The customers are asked to leave their machetes, explosive devices, and children outside, but they can't read the signs. So to start, you have something that looks like a cross between George of the Jungle and a really bad war movie. The machetes are flying, the children are seeing how loud they have to screech to blow out eardrums or get their parents to do something, so there are a lot of busted eardrums. The wait time is thirty minutes, and when I say wait time, I mean from the time you're seated til a waitress happens to stumble by your table, mostly by accident. You better get your order in quickly because you're not likely to see her for a while, possibly til the next weekend. I've seen entire tables get sat, eat, and leave, before our order is taken. If the order arrives, it will be screwed up and she will apologize. She will promise to fix it, but that's just to keep you quiet so she can escape your table. She's not coming back. I'm kidding,.,... she'll come back with a check, eventually. By the time the check arrives, you're another year older and can't remember what you ate or what didn't arrive. Unless you check with the member of your party who died waiting.
They should really call the place WaitHop.
Meanwhile, the other tables are happy and wish to spread their joy by screaming, throwing food (if it arrived), and making intricate figurines out of their napkins (if they arrived). You will want to duck the flying silverware, if they haven't gone to plastic, out of fear of the Flying AIDS. Each table member takes out their phone and plays different tunes at once, as loud as the phone will go. Without parental attention, the children have escaped and are now standing on other guests' tables and taking their wallets. They are playing with stuff that looks suspiciously like plastic explosives.
When you ask the staff to call their next closest location to see if they're open and can get you a table, they get upset for some reason. I think this location exists to bump up the numbers of the farther location. Or this location is an experiment in how badly they can treat customers and what kind of animals they can attract before people get up and leave.
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