When at a drive-thru with my wife. We're in line for several minutes: 
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
Then, without fail, without fail, as soon as the speaker comes to life with their canned greeting, my wife starts speaking in my other ear:
"Do they have... Ask them if they still offer... What about..."

It's. Simply. Maddening.

Go through the drive-thru backwards. That way she has to do the talking.

I've actually considered that, but I know what will happen:

"#3, small, with Coke. That'll be it."

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Go through the drive-thru backwards. That way she has to do the talking.

I've actually considered that, but I know what will happen:

"#3, small, with Coke. That'll be it."

Just be happy if you pull a stunt like that and she doesn't give you #2

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When at a drive-thru with my wife. We're in line for several minutes: 
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
Then, without fail, without fail, as soon as the speaker comes to life with their canned greeting, my wife starts speaking in my other ear:
"Do they have... Ask them if they still offer... What about..."

It's. Simply. Maddening.

I lol’d.  Can relate.  Only in my case it’s more of 

“Welcome to “xxxxxxx” ca I take your order?”

Wife” one second”


Seriously? Give you a minute!?  It a popular fast food joint.  Are you not privy to what’s on the menu?  You tell me, “ I’m headed to “wherever” even though I don’t frequent fast food spots, I know what they have and will tell you my meal of choice

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When at a drive-thru with my wife. We're in line for several minutes: 
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
Then, without fail, without fail, as soon as the speaker comes to life with their canned greeting, my wife starts speaking in my other ear:
"Do they have... Ask them if they still offer... What about..."

It's. Simply. Maddening.

Next time, take the Aston Martin.

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When you get into the endzone, act like you've been there before.

When at a drive-thru with my wife. We're in line for several minutes: 
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
Then, without fail, without fail, as soon as the speaker comes to life with their canned greeting, my wife starts speaking in my other ear:
"Do they have... Ask them if they still offer... What about..."

It's. Simply. Maddening.

Next time, take the Aston Martin.

I saw an Aston Martin on the road the other day.  First thought was ‘wow, that’s nice”. Second thought was “ where the hell is the Aston Martin dealer”?

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Next time, take the Aston Martin.

I saw an Aston Martin on the road the other day.  First thought was ‘wow, that’s nice”. Second thought was “ where the hell is the Aston Martin dealer”?

Orlando, but they deliver to Jacksonville.

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“An empty vessel makes the loudest sound, so they that have the least wit are the greatest babblers.”. - Plato

The cut/rip on the end of my thumb inflicted with a hacksaw. It’s not very deep, but every time I use that hand I get a painful reminder of just how useful and important the thumb is.

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The cut/rip on the end of my thumb inflicted with a hacksaw. It’s not very deep, but every time I use that hand I get a painful reminder of just how useful and important the thumb is.

I have a long history of failed interactions with sharps of varying types, so this hit home for me. Some of my losses to #teamSharps:

a meat slicer
the undercarriage of a car (trying to retrieve an uncooperative cat)
a brand new pocket knife
being stupid around a friend's dog
using a hatchet for things other than hatching
trying to bathe my stupid cat (a different one from above)
and the coup de gras:
a flippin' butter knife

I keep a safe distance from power tools, otherwise I might not be around to post this.

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The cut/rip on the end of my thumb inflicted with a hacksaw. It’s not very deep, but every time I use that hand I get a painful reminder of just how useful and important the thumb is.

I have a long history of failed interactions with sharps of varying types, so this hit home for me. Some of my losses to #teamSharps:

a meat slicer
the undercarriage of a car (trying to retrieve an uncooperative cat)
a brand new pocket knife
being stupid around a friend's dog
using a hatchet for things other than hatching
trying to bathe my stupid cat (a different one from above)
and the coup de gras:
a flippin' butter knife

I keep a safe distance from power tools, otherwise I might not be around to post this.

I work around sharp and often power driven objects on a daily basis and the only time I've ever seriously cut myself was last year taking leaf samples of a vine when a dove flew out of the canopy past my head. I shot my hands out in front of my face, one of which was holding an open pair of shears.
I was pretty sheepish having to tell the Doc "a bird flew at me and I got scared" when he asked how it happened 

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I have a long history of failed interactions with sharps of varying types, so this hit home for me. Some of my losses to #teamSharps:

a meat slicer
the undercarriage of a car (trying to retrieve an uncooperative cat)
a brand new pocket knife
being stupid around a friend's dog
using a hatchet for things other than hatching
trying to bathe my stupid cat (a different one from above)
and the coup de gras:
a flippin' butter knife

I keep a safe distance from power tools, otherwise I might not be around to post this.

I work around sharp and often power driven objects on a daily basis and the only time I've ever seriously cut myself was last year taking leaf samples of a vine when a dove flew out of the canopy past my head. I shot my hands out in front of my face, one of which was holding an open pair of shears.
I was pretty sheepish having to tell the Doc "a bird flew at me and I got scared" when he asked how it happened 

I've seen some pretty scary looking doves...

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I work around sharp and often power driven objects on a daily basis and the only time I've ever seriously cut myself was last year taking leaf samples of a vine when a dove flew out of the canopy past my head. I shot my hands out in front of my face, one of which was holding an open pair of shears.
I was pretty sheepish having to tell the Doc "a bird flew at me and I got scared" when he asked how it happened 

Don't mess with the birds man!!

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Looking to troll? Don't bother, we supply our own.

 

 

Haha

Seriously, I'm legitimately afraid of the hawks.

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I have a long history of failed interactions with sharps of varying types, so this hit home for me. Some of my losses to #teamSharps:

a meat slicer
the undercarriage of a car (trying to retrieve an uncooperative cat)
a brand new pocket knife
being stupid around a friend's dog
using a hatchet for things other than hatching
trying to bathe my stupid cat (a different one from above)
and the coup de gras:
a flippin' butter knife

I keep a safe distance from power tools, otherwise I might not be around to post this.

I work around sharp and often power driven objects on a daily basis and the only time I've ever seriously cut myself was last year taking leaf samples of a vine when a dove flew out of the canopy past my head. I shot my hands out in front of my face, one of which was holding an open pair of shears.
I was pretty sheepish having to tell the Doc "a bird flew at me and I got scared" when he asked how it happened 

A year or so ago I was chopping up a small tree in the back yard, and we have a ton of roots to trip over. So I keep a close watch on the ground whenever I'm walking around. As I'm walking toward the back of the lot, face first into a banana spider web. As I start attempting to unstuck (holy heck those webs are made of super glue), I see Mr. Long Legs on my left shoulder. In a panic, I swat him away with my right hand, and only after swinging away at my shoulder do I remember I'm holding my hatchet.

That could have ended badly. (It did for spidey)

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I work around sharp and often power driven objects on a daily basis and the only time I've ever seriously cut myself was last year taking leaf samples of a vine when a dove flew out of the canopy past my head. I shot my hands out in front of my face, one of which was holding an open pair of shears.
I was pretty sheepish having to tell the Doc "a bird flew at me and I got scared" when he asked how it happened 

A year or so ago I was chopping up a small tree in the back yard, and we have a ton of roots to trip over. So I keep a close watch on the ground whenever I'm walking around. As I'm walking toward the back of the lot, face first into a banana spider web. As I start attempting to unstuck (holy heck those webs are made of super glue), I see Mr. Long Legs on my left shoulder. In a panic, I swat him away with my right hand, and only after swinging away at my shoulder do I remember I'm holding my hatchet.

That could have ended badly. (It did for spidey)

Hahahahahaha. Well I'm glad you didn't chop your face off. 

Spiders don't bother me too much, which is good, you can probably imagine how many would be In a vineyard. A lot of Orb Weaver's and when I was a kid, Black Widows. I'm convinced it's the reason why tractors always have a vertical exhaust on the front.

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I work around sharp and often power driven objects on a daily basis and the only time I've ever seriously cut myself was last year taking leaf samples of a vine when a dove flew out of the canopy past my head. I shot my hands out in front of my face, one of which was holding an open pair of shears.
I was pretty sheepish having to tell the Doc "a bird flew at me and I got scared" when he asked how it happened 

A year or so ago I was chopping up a small tree in the back yard, and we have a ton of roots to trip over. So I keep a close watch on the ground whenever I'm walking around. As I'm walking toward the back of the lot, face first into a banana spider web. As I start attempting to unstuck (holy heck those webs are made of super glue), I see Mr. Long Legs on my left shoulder. In a panic, I swat him away with my right hand, and only after swinging away at my shoulder do I remember I'm holding my hatchet.

That could have ended badly. (It did for spidey)

All I could think of was "it could have been a sling blade, mmmm hmmm. Good thing it wasn't. Mm hmm. Can I eat my biscuits and mustard now?" LOLOL

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Clients that email and tell me to “do this” or “that” on the next visit.  

1. You don’t pay in your monthly price for that. It’s not free.  Would you like a quote??
2. Screw my schedule, whatever you need Mr “xxxx”.  I can quote and schedule it, if you’d like.
3. Who the [BLEEP] do you think you are? I’m not sure you realize it or not, but I actually live in your neighborhood.  You’re not better than me. Don’t treat me or my crew otherwise,

It’s not he work I have an issue with, but being nice to people is getting harder and harder each year.  

It feels s nice not having to be professional on his board.

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I hacksawed my thumb too, a long time ago and it still tingles to the touch. I've used a variety of power tools as we all have and, well, I do not care for them except for maybe the drill and the electric toothbrush.

Especially loathsome is the chainsaw and its non-powered cousin, the ax. After using both to chop wood for the woodstove in Maine, I decided long ago that the luxury of buying the cord of wood I need per year was well worth avoiding the risk of a major injury.

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Season Ticket holder since 2004.

 

        

I hacksawed my thumb too, a long time ago and it still tingles to the touch. I've used a variety of power tools as we all have and, well, I do not care for them except for maybe the drill and the electric toothbrush.

Especially loathsome is the chainsaw and its non-powered cousin, the ax. After using both to chop wood for the woodstove in Maine, I decided long ago that the luxury of buying the cord of wood I need per year was well worth avoiding the risk of a major injury.

Can agree on both paragraphs.   I’ll use a chainsaw when need be. But I don’t like it.  Same with an axe.  I’ve actually used and axe once and sliced my boot open right in between the pinky toe and it’s older piggy.  I dropped the axe and ran to the house in fear I chopped my toe off.  But I think some accidents occur while users are too timid of the equipment.  That was my case at the time.  Properly used, they should be very safe.  Just like a firearm.  However, with chainsaws, biggest thing is to use it right and be mindful of “kickback”. Don’t put the nose of it in the wood or “straddle” it.  Off to the side.  That being said, I’ll opt for a pole saw over a chainsaw anytime I can get away with it.

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I hacksawed my thumb too, a long time ago and it still tingles to the touch. I've used a variety of power tools as we all have and, well, I do not care for them except for maybe the drill and the electric toothbrush.

Especially loathsome is the chainsaw and its non-powered cousin, the ax. After using both to chop wood for the woodstove in Maine, I decided long ago that the luxury of buying the cord of wood I need per year was well worth avoiding the risk of a major injury.

Can agree on both paragraphs.   I’ll use a chainsaw when need be. But I don’t like it.  Same with an axe.  I’ve actually used and axe once and sliced my boot open right in between the pinky toe and it’s older piggy.  I dropped the axe and ran to the house in fear I chopped my toe off.  But I think some accidents occur while users are too timid of the equipment.  That was my case at the time.  Properly used, they should be very safe.  Just like a firearm.  However, with chainsaws, biggest thing is to use it right and be mindful of “kickback”. Don’t put the nose of it in the wood or “straddle” it.  Off to the side.  That being said, I’ll opt for a pole saw over a chainsaw anytime I can get away with it.

This reminded me of my last swing with an ax. I had been splitting wood for a while and was tired. I hit a log with a glancing blow instead of in the center and the ax went down and buried its head in the soft ground about 3 inches from my right foot.

I looked at that for about a minute, then walked away. I left it in the ground for about 2 weeks as a reminder and never swung one again.

I became a Jags fan at about the same time as the locker room Axgate incident and just shook my head. What was JDR thinking?

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Season Ticket holder since 2004.

 

        

Clients that email and tell me to “do this” or “that” on the next visit.  

1. You don’t pay in your monthly price for that. It’s not free.  Would you like a quote??
2. Screw my schedule, whatever you need Mr “xxxx”.  I can quote and schedule it, if you’d like.
3. Who the [BLEEP] do you think you are? I’m not sure you realize it or not, but I actually live in your neighborhood.  You’re not better than me. Don’t treat me or my crew otherwise,

It’s not he work I have an issue with, but being nice to people is getting harder and harder each year.  

It feels s nice not having to be professional on his board.

Things like these are precisely why I make it a point to close out every interaction with a service worker with a 'Thank you.' I am either not smart enough or too lazy to do the thing they help with, so yes, thank you for helping me to get the thing done. Modeling humility and appreciation is something I hope the kids are paying attention to, but I'm talking, so I'm sure they're not.  

We've even got them in the habit of thanking ride attendants when we go to amusement parks after a ride. For a lot of those workers, it's the first time someone isn't complaining to them about lines, the heat, or how tight their lap bar was.

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This reminded me of my last swing with an ax. I had been splitting wood for a while and was tired. I hit a log with a glancing blow instead of in the center and the ax went down and buried its head in the soft ground about 3 inches from my right foot.

I looked at that for about a minute, then walked away. I left it in the ground for about 2 weeks as a reminder and never swung one again.

I became a Jags fan at about the same time as the locker room Axgate incident and just shook my head. What was JDR thinking?

"These are a locker room full of burly, manly men who welcome the sweat on the brow after a hard day's work. Swinging an axe will be old hat to---oh farts, that's the punter with the axe! no, don't! ....aw, dang, I ain't gonna live this down any time soon, am I?"

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