I once was buying an energy drink in the absurdly early morning on my way to work. In the pursuit of doing so, I stopped at a convenience store I had never visited before. I ended up the second customer in a line of two; the first was very visibly on ... Something. Not in his right mind, is the point. He turned around and greeted me as the cashier scanned his items; I nodded and said hello, then made no effort to further the conversation.
After a surprisingly long pause during which I both suspected and hoped he had forgotten I was there, he refocused on me and said "HEY. Look at me when I'm talking to you."
As I had done so, I was trying to figure out the least provocative way to respond. A moment later, the cashier said something - I don't remember the exact words, but in essence it was a very calm "don't bother customers in my store." She didn't yell or threaten, but the other customer immediately backed off. I was pretty impressed, to be honest.
Much as I was grateful for that cashier's intervention, I never went back to that store.
That sounds manageable. The first time a friend and I played Minecraft, he took a shot of Everclear. I was never brave enough to try that, but I was drinking it mixed 50/50 with Monster.
Everclear is, incidentally, 190 proof. I don't drink it anymore, but my wife has used it as cleaning fluid.
My mom lived in Greece for a few years - long before I was born. She once told me a story of that timeframe: she bought a fish, stored it in a clay pot, and put a brick or heavy rock on the lid of the pot so her cats couldn't get it.
According to her telling, she then left the house. When she got back, the lid and stone were in place but the fish was gone. Apparently, she never found an explanation.
Her cats must have been more clever than mine, who regularly find challenge in walking over the top of a blanket.
Pretty much the only time I regularly sign anything these days is when I pick up my medication at the pharmacy. Their touch pad for doing so is so bad and at such an awkward angle that the result never resembles my actual signature. In fact, yesterday I had to use it and the result was just two straight - though differently angled - lines.
I guess you could have described it as some very abstract art.
I've said to coworkers in the past: I don't really know my passwords, but fortunately my fingers seem to. It's just the path they know. It's kind of the same thing for my signature (on the rare occasion it's needed).
I've heard signatures described more as art than handwriting. You're drawing a picture of your name, not writing it out.
I've had so many discussions with fellow nerds about the efficiency of hand placement and movement. Mostly they and I agree, but for some reason I've never understood, no one approves of using the heel of the hand for modifier keys, especially Ctrl. It doesn't work on laptops but on external keyboards it's always seemed the most efficient to me!
I used to work a shift that was 7pm-7am Thursday and Friday, then 11pm-7am Saturday and Sunday. I miss night shift.
When I switched from that job to one that was (IIRC) 7am to 5pm Monday to Thursday, it was a challenging week.
edit: actually I think it was 6am to 4pm. I don't exactly remember how the change went. I just remember developing a dependency on energy drinks and apologizing to my mentor for being sleepy.
I took my wife to a facility that was all about collaborative ring picking. It was no secret that I was going to propose; both she and I have always felt that the circumstances of the proposal could be a surprise, but the fact of and answer to the proposal shouldn't be.
I ended up proposing to her while she was carrying a pile of my underwear. It wasn't on purpose - I didn't even notice until she had said yes - but she described it as "very us."
With regards to budget, she and I discussed a range beforehand. We came up with a number that was nice but realistic for what we could afford at the time.
With regards to asking permission, I didn't feel it necessary. I did technically discuss it with her dad beforehand, but mostly for the ceremony of the thing. I doubt he even remembers the conversation. It can be a nice gesture to do so - most good dads would probably like it and many women would probably enjoy the gesture - but I don't think it's needed.
A Buddhist monk walks up to a hot dog vendor and says: "Make me one with everything."
After a brief chuckle, the vendor makes the hot dog and gives it to the monk, saying "That will be $4 please". After the monk hands over a $10 bill, he finds himself waiting uncomfortably while the vendor does nothing except stare back at him.
Awkwardly the monk asks "What about my change?" "Ah," replies the hot dog vendor, "Change must come from within."
I once was buying an energy drink in the absurdly early morning on my way to work. In the pursuit of doing so, I stopped at a convenience store I had never visited before. I ended up the second customer in a line of two; the first was very visibly on ... Something. Not in his right mind, is the point. He turned around and greeted me as the cashier scanned his items; I nodded and said hello, then made no effort to further the conversation.
After a surprisingly long pause during which I both suspected and hoped he had forgotten I was there, he refocused on me and said "HEY. Look at me when I'm talking to you."
As I had done so, I was trying to figure out the least provocative way to respond. A moment later, the cashier said something - I don't remember the exact words, but in essence it was a very calm "don't bother customers in my store." She didn't yell or threaten, but the other customer immediately backed off. I was pretty impressed, to be honest.
Much as I was grateful for that cashier's intervention, I never went back to that store.