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My spidy instincts screamed that he used that as a precursor to pulling (a gun) on me. Just my gut feeling.
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Can we discuss pet peeves here? (1 Viewer)
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offdee
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El Floppo
Footballguy
jeebus... and you have to trust your gut- but damn. because you were trying to cross the parking lot.
El Floppo
Footballguy
ok... @shuke... a few stories- but these kind of things feel like they happen a lot, at maybe smaller scales.
Exhibit A:
Our first time back into a broadway theater since the pandemic for Dear Evan Hansen... like in March. I'm with 10yo floppinha in good seats next to three young/mid-age women there together. all three spend the entire first act looking at their phones every few minutes- including in the middle of the big songs (the songs floppinha and I have been excited to see and hear).
At intermission, I very politely ask the women to please avoid looking at their phones until after the show is over. 2 of them very sheepishly apologize, but the one sitting next to me starts into me- not my business, her daughter is sick... how would I like it if my daughter was sick (while looking at floppinha). at that point, I say- this shouldn't be a big thing to ask- we're at show and the phone is taking away from the experience. she won't let it go, again, bringing up floppinha. At this point, I'm pissed- it's almost like she's threatening my daughter- so I tell her if she can't do this simple thing, I'll bring an usher over to help her find a new seat or leave... and I hope your daughter feels better.
Part Deux:
My mom's in town, I'm waiting at the bus-stop with her the other night and an equally old (80s) woman walks over so I get up from the bench to let her and her giant cart sit down and have room. but she stands over us instead- I get the impression just looking to talk to another older person. my mom and I are in deep conversation, so that doesn't happen.
the bus comes and my more sprightly mom hops up into the bus. I ask the other woman if I can help her onto the bus with her giant cart.
"I'm 80 years old- do you know that?!"
"No- I never would have guessed, you look a lot younger. (asking again) Can I help with your cart?"
"I CAN DO THIS MYSELF!!!- LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
my mom tells me the next day about this old woman who spent the entire busride screaming/cursing at a guy in a wheel chair who had the audacity to ask if she and her cart would move to his side to open up room for other customers (instead of his chair and her cart blocking the aisle). every time the guy would try explain himself, the woman would scream more and louder- cursing at him and needing to get the last word. same woman.
Title C.2:
On the subway out to Floppinha's tennis class in far away Queens a couple weeks ago, a tiny young trans woman gets on board screaming at two Karen looking women who had apparently said something hurtful to her. I'm sitting there with Floppinha, internally debating- do I interject in what seems to be a bullying situation, as I always advise her to do? or is this woman crazy and maybe the Karen's are in the right or just innocent bystanders here? Is it better to just keep quiet and ignore her?
I've lived in NYC a long time and have gone through many, many permutations of how to engage or not engage people (mostly the homeless) and situations in public. with the kids with me, it's often about life-safety trumping "the right thing" to do. but I figure even if this woman is nutso, I can take her, so I decide to wait until the young woman has calmed down and offer... "are you ok? do you need any help?". She starts screaming and cursing at me "F You, all you people"..something..soemthing about her being trans and small. I'm sitting next to a young girl- my daughter- but still let her scream and curse at me, and when she takes a breath, I offer "I'm just trying to see if you're ok- nothing more- I've got your back if you need help". She again starts yelling "Do you even know any trans people, wtf do you know"... "I do know a number of trans people, including some kids just starting out- it seems like it can be a hard road, which is why I wanted to see if you were ok and to let you know you're not alone here and that we're (looking at my daughter- primarily so the woman sees there's a young girl here too) her for you if you need us". She seems placated for a hot second, but then keeps screaming and cursing at me... so I go into ignore/ready to react physically if needed mode.
my daughter was really upset by this particular encounter. had a bad dream about me talking to somebody who followed us into a store and shot/killed me (recent US news also playing into this fear)... and asked my wife to talk to me about not talking to strangers any more. again- I play these scenarios out carefully in regards to life-safety before saying or doing anything... but I wanted Floppinha to know that I had her back 100% on this, so of course told her I would stop.
Exhibit A:
Our first time back into a broadway theater since the pandemic for Dear Evan Hansen... like in March. I'm with 10yo floppinha in good seats next to three young/mid-age women there together. all three spend the entire first act looking at their phones every few minutes- including in the middle of the big songs (the songs floppinha and I have been excited to see and hear).
At intermission, I very politely ask the women to please avoid looking at their phones until after the show is over. 2 of them very sheepishly apologize, but the one sitting next to me starts into me- not my business, her daughter is sick... how would I like it if my daughter was sick (while looking at floppinha). at that point, I say- this shouldn't be a big thing to ask- we're at show and the phone is taking away from the experience. she won't let it go, again, bringing up floppinha. At this point, I'm pissed- it's almost like she's threatening my daughter- so I tell her if she can't do this simple thing, I'll bring an usher over to help her find a new seat or leave... and I hope your daughter feels better.
Part Deux:
My mom's in town, I'm waiting at the bus-stop with her the other night and an equally old (80s) woman walks over so I get up from the bench to let her and her giant cart sit down and have room. but she stands over us instead- I get the impression just looking to talk to another older person. my mom and I are in deep conversation, so that doesn't happen.
the bus comes and my more sprightly mom hops up into the bus. I ask the other woman if I can help her onto the bus with her giant cart.
"I'm 80 years old- do you know that?!"
"No- I never would have guessed, you look a lot younger. (asking again) Can I help with your cart?"
"I CAN DO THIS MYSELF!!!- LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
my mom tells me the next day about this old woman who spent the entire busride screaming/cursing at a guy in a wheel chair who had the audacity to ask if she and her cart would move to his side to open up room for other customers (instead of his chair and her cart blocking the aisle). every time the guy would try explain himself, the woman would scream more and louder- cursing at him and needing to get the last word. same woman.
Title C.2:
On the subway out to Floppinha's tennis class in far away Queens a couple weeks ago, a tiny young trans woman gets on board screaming at two Karen looking women who had apparently said something hurtful to her. I'm sitting there with Floppinha, internally debating- do I interject in what seems to be a bullying situation, as I always advise her to do? or is this woman crazy and maybe the Karen's are in the right or just innocent bystanders here? Is it better to just keep quiet and ignore her?
I've lived in NYC a long time and have gone through many, many permutations of how to engage or not engage people (mostly the homeless) and situations in public. with the kids with me, it's often about life-safety trumping "the right thing" to do. but I figure even if this woman is nutso, I can take her, so I decide to wait until the young woman has calmed down and offer... "are you ok? do you need any help?". She starts screaming and cursing at me "F You, all you people"..something..soemthing about her being trans and small. I'm sitting next to a young girl- my daughter- but still let her scream and curse at me, and when she takes a breath, I offer "I'm just trying to see if you're ok- nothing more- I've got your back if you need help". She again starts yelling "Do you even know any trans people, wtf do you know"... "I do know a number of trans people, including some kids just starting out- it seems like it can be a hard road, which is why I wanted to see if you were ok and to let you know you're not alone here and that we're (looking at my daughter- primarily so the woman sees there's a young girl here too) her for you if you need us". She seems placated for a hot second, but then keeps screaming and cursing at me... so I go into ignore/ready to react physically if needed mode.
my daughter was really upset by this particular encounter. had a bad dream about me talking to somebody who followed us into a store and shot/killed me (recent US news also playing into this fear)... and asked my wife to talk to me about not talking to strangers any more. again- I play these scenarios out carefully in regards to life-safety before saying or doing anything... but I wanted Floppinha to know that I had her back 100% on this, so of course told her I would stop.
UOFI_316
Footballguy
I am in no ####### way giving money to the grad school I went to. Nor the undergrad I went to. Stop sending me ####. I know this is nothing novel, but seriously, I am still in debt from both you ####### places. GTFO and stop sending me alumni
Every year I get a few letters/postcards from college mostly about some upcoming awards thing, with an occasional one asking for donations. This has been my favorite. Evidently all my tuition checks did not pay for a spell checker.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
UOFI_316
Footballguy
Being part of the College of Fine and Applied Arts was fun while in school since all my required gen ed classes were the same as people who were studying dance and music. I AP'd out of the 5 math classes I needed and also Physics, so to fill my schedule I took Military Marksmanship, Contemporary Issues in Sport and Basketball. After college however it has proven to be a pain, due to those AP classes my college transcript does not have math or science classes, and as a licensed Structural Engineer when I try to get a license outside of Illinois through reciprocity I get rejected.
wlwiles
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I would venture to guess that as much as 75% of "the public" just absolutely stubbornly will refuse to admit that they are in any way wrong. They would rather waste 15 minutes arguing their position and dig that hole they're standing in so deep it's over their head rather than just simply stop and say "you're right, I'm sorry" and move on with their lives. That's all it takes. If you drive like an idiot and I honk at you for it, all I really want is the little hand wave that says "my bad there, I know it". But they'd rather honk back at me, yell out the window, shoot me the finger, and brake-check me for the next 3 miles. It's completely baffling to me.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
I went to Miami of Ohio for a couple of years in the School of Architecture which was also in Fine Arts. I switched majors (and schools) after sophomore year after becoming increasingly more frustrated with their stupid assignments and approach to teaching
- minimal instruction on large projects
- tell you what you had done was a POS then give you a little more direction of what they wanted to see
- repeat this process 4 to 5 times over a semester ...for the same f'n project.
El Floppo
Footballguy
totally agree.
people don't want to admit being wrong, and feel the need to have the last word. hell- I suffer from all of that at times.
two of my situations weren't me trying check anybody though... these were just me offering help, but taken with the immediate and lasting assumption that I wasn't- regardless of my follow up tone and words. these are the kind of interactions I'm seeing more of.
BeTheMatch
Footballguy
So I'm driving the other day in an area that is pretty congested even though it's kind of out in the boonies between towns.
I'm third in line at a light to go left. Once you turn left, there's a very small stretch where it will be two lanes before quickly turning to one lane for a while. And then that stretch is brutal.
First in line is some type of large, commerical truck, not quite a semi, but big and slow. Between us is a guy in a pickup truck who appears to be working in some fashion - like a plumber or something.
So I'm prepared as we start to turn left to jump in the other lane and get around the slow truck so I'm not stuck behind them forever. But as we turn, the big truck first in line actually moves over into this right lane that's going to run out very quickly. So he's being great and is going to let us pass him first.
Except the guy in the pickup just doesn't accelerate. He stays dead even with the slow truck, and in fact goes so slow that the big truck ends up merging back in front of him.
Now, as I had been anticipating trying to quickly pass, I was definitely pretty close to the pickup up in front of me. But I would say not so close that it was dangerous or anything.
Well, the big truck actually accelerates away and leaves me and moron in the pickup in his dust. I'm definitely annoyed at that point and fairly close to him. We're on a two-lane county highway with a lot of traffic and a 55 mph speed limit.
But then out of nowhere, he doesn't tap his brakes to send me a message. He completely stands on his brakes and I completely lock up my brakes and narrowly avoid hitting him. Keep in mind, by this time, we were going about 55 mph. Then a minute later he did it again.
So WTF? That's fine if you think I'm tailgating you and you're pissed. But completely slam on your brakes going that fast? With traffic everywhere in both directions? Could've killed us both.
I ended up following the guy into the town I was headed to. I had some very bad thoughts in my head and was seriously contemplating confronting the guy in some type of road rage situation.
So we come up to this light on the edge of town and it turns to two lanes in one direction. He takes first spot in right lane and I stay in the left lane behind someone else. But he doesn't go all the way up in the right lane so we can see each other. He's laughing and flicking me off and yelling out his window at me and pointing his finger at me like a gun.
I'm trying to decide what I want to do and have all sorts of bad ideas running through my mind. Next thing I know, a sheriff comes up behind me with me his lights on just as the light turns green.
The guy is looking and laughing at me and I'm thinking he called the cops on me, which I'm more than happy to tell them what happened. So I'm plotting how I have to move over into the right lane so I can pull over.
But then a funny thing happens. When the ##### in the pickup turns right at the light, the sheriff turns right from behind me and pulls him over!
No idea what happened but I'll accept that bit of karma.
I'm third in line at a light to go left. Once you turn left, there's a very small stretch where it will be two lanes before quickly turning to one lane for a while. And then that stretch is brutal.
First in line is some type of large, commerical truck, not quite a semi, but big and slow. Between us is a guy in a pickup truck who appears to be working in some fashion - like a plumber or something.
So I'm prepared as we start to turn left to jump in the other lane and get around the slow truck so I'm not stuck behind them forever. But as we turn, the big truck first in line actually moves over into this right lane that's going to run out very quickly. So he's being great and is going to let us pass him first.
Except the guy in the pickup just doesn't accelerate. He stays dead even with the slow truck, and in fact goes so slow that the big truck ends up merging back in front of him.
Now, as I had been anticipating trying to quickly pass, I was definitely pretty close to the pickup up in front of me. But I would say not so close that it was dangerous or anything.
Well, the big truck actually accelerates away and leaves me and moron in the pickup in his dust. I'm definitely annoyed at that point and fairly close to him. We're on a two-lane county highway with a lot of traffic and a 55 mph speed limit.
But then out of nowhere, he doesn't tap his brakes to send me a message. He completely stands on his brakes and I completely lock up my brakes and narrowly avoid hitting him. Keep in mind, by this time, we were going about 55 mph. Then a minute later he did it again.
So WTF? That's fine if you think I'm tailgating you and you're pissed. But completely slam on your brakes going that fast? With traffic everywhere in both directions? Could've killed us both.
I ended up following the guy into the town I was headed to. I had some very bad thoughts in my head and was seriously contemplating confronting the guy in some type of road rage situation.
So we come up to this light on the edge of town and it turns to two lanes in one direction. He takes first spot in right lane and I stay in the left lane behind someone else. But he doesn't go all the way up in the right lane so we can see each other. He's laughing and flicking me off and yelling out his window at me and pointing his finger at me like a gun.
I'm trying to decide what I want to do and have all sorts of bad ideas running through my mind. Next thing I know, a sheriff comes up behind me with me his lights on just as the light turns green.
The guy is looking and laughing at me and I'm thinking he called the cops on me, which I'm more than happy to tell them what happened. So I'm plotting how I have to move over into the right lane so I can pull over.
But then a funny thing happens. When the ##### in the pickup turns right at the light, the sheriff turns right from behind me and pulls him over!
No idea what happened but I'll accept that bit of karma.
BeTheMatch
Footballguy
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parasaurolophus
Footballguy
Has the perforating industry been shut down???
Wtf. Tear here doesnt mean squat anymore.
Wtf. Tear here doesnt mean squat anymore.
UOFI_316
Footballguy
I hear you. Soph and Junior year had some wacky studio professors. One had us buy a spool of wire and then "sculpt" a building on campus without cutting the wire, no idea what that taught us. Another was having us make several really quick study models (like one every 5 minutes), I was using foam board and a hot glue gun. In my haste I ended up with some hot glue "blobs", and she tried to tell me that it distracted her, that she likes to imagine herself inside the building, and that those blobs would be 2'-3' large. I politely told her that if she could imagine herself inside the model, that she could imagine the blobs were not there. I did not get a very good grade on that one. The next project she gave very crappy directions, but I was the only one to do what she was looking for and you could tell it burned her to admit in class that I had the best one.
I quickly understood that I wasn't the artsy fartsy architect type, and instead was more interested in making the building actually stand up. I still did grad school in the School of Arch (in order to switch to College of Engineering I would have needed all those math classes that I never took) but I took all the structural engineering and methods of construction classes instead of the design ones. It also helped that I was offered a TA spot in a beginning engineering class in the School of Arch.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
hoo boy - I felt ALL of that ...people didn't believe me when I tried explain some of the weirdo #### they would have us do and what they would say.
My last "project" was to go out on campus and find "my space" - then convey that feeling of three dimensionality into a figure/ground.
Note: In architecture, figure-ground drawings are useful for showing how the material or solid components of buildings relate to the spaces contained by the built form. (example)
Then they would proceed to tear you a new ####### with things like, "You're showing the whole building ...you mean to tell me you can 'feel' the other side of that building??
But then not tell you much else ...until next time ...like, "What is this building? I don't recognize where this is on campus."
Me: Well I just showed a part of the building since you told me I can't feel the other side of it"
Weirdo Prof: Oh! So now can feel half-way into a building? How far?"
Me: mentally punching this ###### in the face
offdee
Footballguy
Mrs. Rannous
Footballguy
Why do people want to divide us instead of uniting us?
UOFI_316
Footballguy
Ha, the project my wacky prof wanted us to do was "pick a still life and draw it in the environment it is in" or some BS like that. Others in my class did really good free hand drawings of a single object, but it was only the one object. I was the only one who drew some apples in a bowl, sitting on a table, in the middle of my living room, also known as "the environment". I could see the pain in her face as she had to mention I was the only one who "got the assignment"
El Floppo
Footballguy
Multiply and throw clients AND bosses into the mix, all for bargain basement prices and long hours. Wala! Architecture!
parasaurolophus
Footballguy
Pharma commercials that say don't take drug xyz if you are allergic to drug xyz.
Pip's Invitation
Footballguy
Legal/FDA regulations require them to do that.
They are a different beast from other ads, as they are regulated by the FDA instead of the FCC. In fact, we are only one of two countries in the world that allow prescription pharma ads on TV. The other is New Zealand.
Leroy Hoard
Footballguy
I bet doctors hate it when they ask you to ask your doctor about their product.
Snoopy
Footballguy
Pharmaceutical companies have sales reps directly talking to doctors about their products too.
Mrs. Rannous
Footballguy
El Floppo
Footballguy
AAABatteries
Footballguy
Snoopy
Footballguy
parasaurolophus
Footballguy
I hate when they put items on clearance but put the new sticker over the expiration date.
lardonastick
Footballguy
oh, you mean white, .25 font dot matrix printing, behind the label on a plastic bottle isn't super helpful??
parasaurolophus
Footballguy
The fact that i have to listen to a prompt telling me if this is an emergency i should call 911 or that i cant get a prescription filled there and that the menu has recently changed, even though it hasnt is so freaking annoying.
Then i need to specify which location i want. Then if i am a new patient or existing patient. Then give my date of birth all before i can actually talk to a person.
Just to make an appt.
Then i need to specify which location i want. Then if i am a new patient or existing patient. Then give my date of birth all before i can actually talk to a person.
Just to make an appt.
Drunken knight
Footballguy
… then to not have the human have the information in front of them, so you have to repeat it.
General Malaise
Footballguy
People - mostly men, I've noticed - that scuff their feet when they walk so it makes an audible shuffling noise. Is it that hard to pick your feet up when you walk? This isn't cross country skiing.
Keerock
Footballguy
I went to Miami of Ohio, initially intending on majoring in Architecure
. Didn't make it past orientation when they started describing the artsy-fartsy approach they took (as opposed to a more technical approach). Changed my major right then and there and never looked back.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
I went to Miami of Ohio, initially intending on majoring in Architecure
though a good student - my hate for math led me to not taking any math my senior year of HS - then zero studying for the ACT
...my math score was a point too low to get into U of Cincinnati, which has an excellent school of architecture school that is excellent and more technically based (BS degree - not BA)
I did not do any visitation/orientation ...anywhere. Just wasn't as common back then.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
This wasn’t a visitation… I had already been admitted and was set to start in a couple months. Oh, and “back then”… I’d bet I was there before you
fall of '76 here.
supermike80
Footballguy
102 page thread so this may have been posted BUTTT
I really get annoyed when I see misspellings on TV. Mostly on news shows. their graphics will either have a typo, which I would say is most frequent, of a full on misspell. Doesn't anyone look at this stuff before it hits the air?
I really get annoyed when I see misspellings on TV. Mostly on news shows. their graphics will either have a typo, which I would say is most frequent, of a full on misspell. Doesn't anyone look at this stuff before it hits the air?
Keerock
Footballguy
I stand corrected. '82 here.This wasn’t a visitation… I had already been admitted and was set to start in a couple months. Oh, and “back then”… I’d bet I was there before you
fall of '76 here.
nirad3
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Leroy Hoard
Footballguy
nirad3
Footballguy
True, but I was pointing out that I think he meant "or", not "of".
Either way......
