This is exactly why I stopped eating lunch in the staff lunch room. Those people are boring AF and can’t find much to talk about other than work or the gym. I’d rather eat at my desk and read a book.
It saw me through five years of math classes. I think I ultimately stored it improperly and something heavy broke the display.
It deserved better.
I had a similar situation. My dad signed away all rights (and obligations) when I was 2 and left the country shortly thereafter.
I found him when I was in my late 30s.
At least he had the good grace to be apologetic and remorseful about his youthful decision-making.
I’m sorry yours seems to be such a waste of space.
When I started reading the post, I honestly expected it to end with …“and that’s why the Mormons are right about Eden being in Missouri.”
If I can only choose one:
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be
The Beatles, “Let It Be”
When I have to make choices like this, I really feel like Dan Andriano of Alkaline Trio had it right in “Blue Carolina”:
You know all my favorite singers
Have stolen all of my best lines
It turns out that operating industrial production equipment while distracted is a huge safety liability.
Isn’t that exactly what Donald Trump did with his electronic trading cards or whatever they were supposed to be?
I live in Colombia, and digital menus via QR code have become pretty normal here. They save on printing costs and allow for frequent updates.
But there are still servers to take your order. Ordering through your phone while you’re actually in the restaurant is very rare.
My step-siblings were not allowed to watch or play Pokemon in the late '90s because “they are demons that people catch and carry around with them.”
I always felt so bad for my husband at my family events. My family is very traditional and conservative, so every event is de facto segregated by gender. The women are all in the kitchen, and the men are all in the living room or on the front porch (depending on the weather).
Acceptable topics of conversation among the men: livestock, farm equipment, and neighbors whose land is adjacent to my grandfather’s farm. My husband is a suburban guy who had been on a horse before he met me.
We were both glad when my cousins’ kids got old enough that he could play games with them. (And video games when they hit their teens.) He got bonus points with my mom and aunts for “taking care of the kids” even though he was just trying to escape the boredom of talking to the adults.