I’ve actually heard that, too. And, some time ago a reality show (like 20/20..) did an expose on this, and it’s true...myself, I rarely eat out, and I buy as much fresh veggies, cheeses, meats, etc...as I can because I can see the product up close...when I do dine out, it’s only at a couple of places where I know the owners and staff, so am sure of the integrity. I would say avoid those very busy, seemingly “popular” places, often with a cosmopolitan “Sports Pub” persona. Everything is always dripping in grease, too...so not good for you. Jmo
Absolutely! The order may be perfect, and most people would find it scrumptious. For some reason, your taste buds don’t receive it well. Gotta chalk this one up...not the establishment’s problem..
I’m a stickler for correctness. I had to be correct in my career...so do many others. First, dining out is frequently an expensive luxury for many. Why would you settle for paying more, if you could do a better job of getting it “right” for far less money, at home? There are a few considerations. For one, know what the particulars are for how you want your steak. Familiarize yourself with exactly what “rare, medium-rare, medium, etc” LOOK like. (Many people who think they want rare actually want medium..) Second, look at the menu CAREFULLY. Your mistake of asking for “number four”, instead of “number six” is not the waiter’s fault. Do not try and mix up the order— asking for substitutes from this item to that item. It’s confusing. Order ala carte if this is the way you want to dine, or go to a deli and purchase individually. Different offerings have varying pricing, and it’s difficult to receipt. Also, restaurants operate regarding volume; it’s unreasonable to expect them to custom-design/micro-manage your order. If, in spite of your diligence and clarity you find the order incorrect, by all means, send it back and request what you want. If you KNOW you’re right (100%), and they put up an argument (this has actually happened to me..) LEAVE. You don’t legally have to pay for it if you didn’t eat it, and they’re not the only game in town.
The fair maiden paid a fair price for her fare to The Fair. There she ate delicious fare. Afterward, she thought she would buy a pear, and sit and pare it, and then sew a button on her pair of slacks. So, while she sat down to sew, she wondered if the weather would be good so she could sow her garden. Just then, a carnival bear wandered out of his cage, but she couldn’t bear it. She decided to go home, and had to drive on a parkway, and then park in her driveway. .......
Oh you missed the point. The movie, “The Seven- Year HITCH”, is about modern- day thirty- something best friends-from childhood, who happen to be roommates, not “together”. She’s a yuppie business woman, he a sort of “work when I want to” couch potato. When she falls in love with a guy from the corporate world, he ( the roommate) re- evaluates his life, and actually discovers he’s in love with his lifelong ( lady) friend. He cleans up his act, eventually she falls for him, as well.
I would not give up the freedom and flexibility of my life for anyone, and I do mean ANYONE. First of all, “ love” is an ideal seldom realized. And, recovering from a broken relationship is generally long and painful, and all too frequently irreparable. Get some flannel sheets, a small space heater, and perhaps a small dog or cat. I’m not saying it can’t happen, but the odds are NOT good...go to a department store and get the sheets and heater. Then stop by the Humane Society and rescue a pup or kitty. Don’t find yourself in anguish over another person. It’s just too difficult to unwind. Be smart.
I’m not too crazy about traveling (far) however, I would love to visit Colonial Williamsburg [ primarily] and some other early American settlements. Boston, St. Augustine, etc...
( oops— is that ok? The world is so crazy I don’t want to offend, but walking around on eggshells isn’t a comfortable fit for either party, as well. So there..)
I love this opportunity to participate in a patent forum. Life’s short. Take the high road of any situation. What have you got to lose? And, an added bonus: there’s less traffic up there, anyway. Be smart.
Not usually, as the region is so rural that there are seldom other people outside, that is, that are close enough for infecting. This is the old west, partner...
I don’t like the “ masks”, either type, but do keep several of the washable cloth ones. Also, acrylic shields are easily available, and for some people, more comfortable. Maybe someone could present this to her. We all have to make concessions; since there ARE alternative styles, I don’t believe anyone with frequent public contact SHOULD be exempt. ( I call baloney on it...)
The greatest, by far, commodity, is time. So, volunteering on a crisis line, food bank, senior/ disabled driver, etc...is at the top of the shelf. Can’t put a price on time.
“All that I have, for one moment longer”. Queen Elizabeth I on her deathbed
When I was six, we lived on a small farm in rural Portland. (Portland had the notability of being a city with rural “ areas”). Our address was “Star Route 2, #5”, and our telephone was “MI7-14”. My, how times have changed! Star Routes for Portland went out as far as townships “Timber”, and “ Elsie”, and others, some 30+ miles away! That was five decades ago...
Maybe just a tad off- topic, but this situation has some similarities: So, back in the day, when it was still “ cool”, I would sometimes be a nice guy and stop for a hitch- hiker. Wellllll... this happened just one too many times: as I’m waiting for him to get in the car, one, maybe two, etc...MORE come out of the bushes, with all their knapsacks, gear, often a dog..( why is it always a humongous dog??) and wrangle into the car. I got to where I absolutely HATED this ruse, and, to present, NOBODY gets in my car...to get to your post— if someone I had a “ good time” with arrived with obvious ADL baggage, well, they’re NOT coming inside...wow, I bet this does happen. Fatal attraction in the flesh...be careful, peeps. I lecture my kitten on his assumptions..
Oh, Ali...I wish you could find true love...you contemplate on it so much. What a shame to have it by- pass you. You are educated, gainfully employed, easy- on- the-eyes, and to me, you appear thoughtful and kind. Escapes me why your desire for this goes unchecked. Me, not to sound like the proverbial “ fox and grapes”, not so important any longer. Fairly happy with the way things are. What seems to be the hold up?
Well good morning you...( it’s 7:15 am here..) looking to be a nice day at the coast..(our weather is nice most of the year ) hope you are doing OK. I participated in a forum a few minutes ago..got a little wordy, but I felt like talking about the subject, which is a rarebit for me...nice to see your winsome prof today, old friend...
OMG, Karl...how are you doing? I feel for you; you’re so much closer to all those terrible events. ( not to tempt fate, but here, in this corner of Oregon, we appear to be insulated at least some. People aren’t wanting to discuss it very much (although Oregon is most definitely “ blue”, this county is fairly “ red”) but the citizens get along very well, anyway). Morning national news is extremely strongly indicating criminal charges for, dare I say his name I got shut down a week or so ago, so not sure what’s “ cool” to mention here any more. I will say this: it’s absolutely unbelievable and I have the professional background to say “ someone” is certifiably insane. What a freaking problem...
RE: Insane English.
Otto got in his auto and realized he’d forgotten his keys and said “ ought- oh”.The soldier caught hell for sleeping on the sergeant’s cot.
The story about the wild boars bores me.
I was using a winch on my truck when a saucy wench walked by.
The student ate some pie while studying pi.
Etc.......