Only a mini-TICTH I suppose: people get on the bus and only then start tapping their phone to bring up the relevant app to pay (or digging around in their bag to find their pass or bank card), thus delaying everyone. Couldn't they see the bus coming? - it's quite large and brightly coloured.
Before such technology, these people would spend ages rummaging around for the correct change.
in the supermarket yesterday behind someone who stowed all the shopping then looked for a purse. I have to pay#/ Oh no ... it's underneath the shopping.
I found myself being one of those despised people. I had sorted out my debit card and put it in a pocket so I could extract it swiftly at the till in the supermarket, but could I find it when the time came? I was mortified at the delay I caused, but I did eventually find it underneath the tissues. The lady on the till was lovely, telling me to take my time, not to panic. Everyone in the queue had been saying how they would not use the self-service check outs, they much preferred the proper tills even if it meant queueing, so I hope they were tolerant of me.
Have you had any joy with your UK passport application? Mr. Plummer has just heard that his application has been approved, despite the machine's dim view of his photo. We assume that they have a human being on the staff after all!
Have you had any joy with your UK passport application? Mr. Plummer has just heard that his application has been approved, despite the machine's dim view of his photo. We assume that they have a human being on the staff after all!
Credit where credits due: ours took 10 days from sending off the old one and applying on line to receipt of the new.
TICTH Specsavers audiologists, who won't/can't take on the care of my hearing aids because I got them in Boots. There's a Specsavers just along the road from my work, but to get to a Boots with an audiologist, I'll have to take a day off work and schlepp into Edinburgh.
And they won't touch my NHS ones either. Something to do with insurance, apparently - stuff that for a lark.
Have you had any joy with your UK passport application? Mr. Plummer has just heard that his application has been approved, despite the machine's dim view of his photo. We assume that they have a human being on the staff after all!
It's compounded madness here... My Irish passport is held up in Dublin and I had to restart the process because they claimed they couldn't contact the signature witness. They have my UK passport there for reasons that I can't comprehend, since they already have my UK birth certificate as well as the Irish one. Their passport application tracking system is taking a software upgrade holiday, so I have no idea when I'll get anything back or even if they can complete it. I need my current UK passport back from them ASAP since it has my US visa (which isn't transferable to another passport) in it, and then, preferring to have two passports if possible, I'll complete the UK application before the current one expires. At this rate I shall probably expire before the confounded passport does.
So to respond to your most kind enquiry, I am in passport limbo, trapped in Canada, unable to prove that I am anybody from anywhere, and am currently the most unpopular member of a family that was planning to meet this very week-end in New York.
I posted a message on our local neighborhood Facebook page, " I have a large crop of lemons on my tree this year, if you need a few to make a pie or with fish please feel free to take some. I ask that you take ones from as tall as you can reach as I am short and pick from the lower branches." People came with large bags and their friends with large bags and have pretty much cleaned my tree of all lemons and left non that I can reach without having to use a step ladder or a reach under the tree through the pokie branches to try and reach some lower ones there near the trunk. Yes, I did offer them, and yes I wanted to share, but I am feeling upset that now I can not pick my own lemons without difficulty. I had thought people would take half a dozen or so each not large bags full and strip the tree almost bare. Now I am reluctant to offer them again next year.
As a possible alternative next year - pick first what you want to keep for yourself, staggering the ripeness. Then find a local hospital, or an organisation that provides food for those in need and see if one would be interested in taking up your donation.
I do not pick my lemons all at once, I pick them all year on a need to use. I think next year I will pick some and put them in a box next to the tree, with a sign saying free lemons. ( Take SOME) When I put out a big box of apples last fall with just a sign saying free apples someone walked away with the whole box, and a few people were disappointed because, by the time they arrived home after work, all the apples were gone. I let them in my backyard to pick some more. Guess some are not into sharing with other neighbors.
As a possible alternative next year - pick first what you want to keep for yourself, staggering the ripeness. Then find a local hospital, or an organisation that provides food for those in need and see if one would be interested in taking up your donation.
A friend has become a grandmother and has been posting photos of the baby online. He's delightful. But I keep noticing that he wears what seems to be single use clothing.
The latest shows the baby wearing a babygro printed with a picture of a bunny and the words "My First Easter 2023" and the baby's name.
Ok, it could be worn around the house after this for a bit, but it's clearly not going to be passed on, or given to a charity shop after it's outgrown.
This is the latest in a series of personalised, dated outfits - 2022 baby. My first Hallowe'en 2022. My First Christmas 2022.
I suppose I ought to say that my family has in the past bought what you call single-use clothing (that is, dated) and just gone on using it like normal clothing. I suppose we just don't care... I'm pretty sure there's a 2005 Fourth of July T-shirt in the mix, and even something dating back to the late 80s.
I think adult T-shirts are different. The point of these baby clothes is that they will be outgrown quite quickly, it's unlikely that anyone will want a hand-me-down personalised with another child's name, and charity shops certainly wouldn't accept them, because no-one would buy a babygro with a name and date on it.
The child's name isn't wildly unusual, but not one of the common names either, so personalised undated stuff might sell on E-bay, but there's unlikely to be someone local to pass it down to.
There was a "My First Mother's Day" babygro, too, but it was unnamed and undated so some other baby could wear it next year.
I recently unearthed a "born in 2014" bib that my youngest never wore, and realised it was now fundamentally useless. We did have a "my first Christmas" onesie, but of course that could be passed on. I guess you're supposed to keep the personalized stuff as souvenirs?
One of my favourite teddy bears was being sold very cheaply because he has 2005 embroidered on one of his feet, and when he adopted us it was 2006. ❤️ 🧸
We never had anything personalized with the name, that just didn't occur to me. Possibly because it's a bit of a safety risk, at least with children old enough to be out of arm's reach and capable of wrongly trusting a stranger who calls them. But as for the years, those were mostly children's clothing, and my son went on wearing them as long as they still fit (maybe three years apiece, then). Nobody seemed to notice or care.
We had a "My First Christmas" bib, but it was passed down through several babies. It's the year / name combination in a babygro for a 3 month old baby / 6 month old baby. It's a stage where clothes are outgrown rapidly, and having a name / date combination seems to rule out it becoming a "hand-me-down."
I dressed my kids in hand-me-downs, and we had babygros / T-shirts which passed from my niece to my son and then to my daughter. I might have used a hand-me-down which had last year's date on it, but I wouldn't have used any hand me down which had the wrong name on it.
These are baby outfits which say "Pollyanna* -2022 baby" "Pollyanna's First Christmas 2022" "My first Easter 2023 - Pollyanna"
I am still wearing my 1998 Happy New Year Tee Shirt, as a pajama top.
I agree dated baby stuff is soon outgrown, perhaps younger children in the family might get some wear out of it.
Being an evil person, I would so totally put a babygro with the wrong name on my son. Wrong gender, even. Because the baby isn't going to know or care, and I sort of like fucking with people's minds.
He is indeed! Though he's been known to fuck with people's minds on occasion, though only when they really deserved it. He's a kinder, gentler evil. (Typed "weevil" at first by accident, almost left it, then reflected on what he might do to me if he found it. Um. Evil it is.)
TICTH people who bombard you unasked with conversation about, and pictures of, their grandchildren - knowing perfectly well that you don't have any and you long for them.
ETA - to be clear, not referring to anyone I know via the Ship.
Being an evil person, I would so totally put a babygro with the wrong name on my son. Wrong gender, even. Because the baby isn't going to know or care, and I sort of like fucking with people's minds.
Oh good. I like swapping name badges at those denominational things I don't like. Wonderful when you come up against a big wig who talks about his ability to remember people .... and he calls you by the wrong name.
Husbands who are so focussed on getting ready for choir practice that they go around the house whistling despite having been told repeatedly that their wife is sitting an online listening exam.
Surely the first desperate shout of STFU should have been enough?
The doctor who has twice given me the wrong meds that I should not be taking because of kidney disease. Thank goodness for the pharmacy that looked out for my interest and caught it.
You mean the people I *accidentally* run into with my trolley?
Yep we talk aout survival of the fittest - why not demonstrate it with trolley rage?
From my (very) anecdotal experience while shopping in a German supermarket: they're pretty ruthless with their trolleys over there as well! Also people on escalators. (Not everyone is like that; but some are.) Strange goings-on I found, especially as no one ever cared to apologise. How wude!
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in the supermarket yesterday behind someone who stowed all the shopping then looked for a purse. I have to pay#/ Oh no ... it's underneath the shopping.
Have you had any joy with your UK passport application? Mr. Plummer has just heard that his application has been approved, despite the machine's dim view of his photo. We assume that they have a human being on the staff after all!
Credit where credits due: ours took 10 days from sending off the old one and applying on line to receipt of the new.
Yes, I've TICTCHED them many, many times....it really does my head in!
And they won't touch my NHS ones either. Something to do with insurance, apparently - stuff that for a lark.
It's compounded madness here... My Irish passport is held up in Dublin and I had to restart the process because they claimed they couldn't contact the signature witness. They have my UK passport there for reasons that I can't comprehend, since they already have my UK birth certificate as well as the Irish one. Their passport application tracking system is taking a software upgrade holiday, so I have no idea when I'll get anything back or even if they can complete it. I need my current UK passport back from them ASAP since it has my US visa (which isn't transferable to another passport) in it, and then, preferring to have two passports if possible, I'll complete the UK application before the current one expires. At this rate I shall probably expire before the confounded passport does.
So to respond to your most kind enquiry, I am in passport limbo, trapped in Canada, unable to prove that I am anybody from anywhere, and am currently the most unpopular member of a family that was planning to meet this very week-end in New York.
But yes, it certainly does seem that those benefiting from your generosity could have followed your very simple and reasonable requests.
Great idea thanks.
A friend has become a grandmother and has been posting photos of the baby online. He's delightful. But I keep noticing that he wears what seems to be single use clothing.
The latest shows the baby wearing a babygro printed with a picture of a bunny and the words "My First Easter 2023" and the baby's name.
Ok, it could be worn around the house after this for a bit, but it's clearly not going to be passed on, or given to a charity shop after it's outgrown.
This is the latest in a series of personalised, dated outfits - 2022 baby. My first Hallowe'en 2022. My First Christmas 2022.
Am I just a curmudgeon, or is this ridiculous?
(a) No you're not; and (b) yes it is. What a waste.
The child's name isn't wildly unusual, but not one of the common names either, so personalised undated stuff might sell on E-bay, but there's unlikely to be someone local to pass it down to.
There was a "My First Mother's Day" babygro, too, but it was unnamed and undated so some other baby could wear it next year.
I dressed my kids in hand-me-downs, and we had babygros / T-shirts which passed from my niece to my son and then to my daughter. I might have used a hand-me-down which had last year's date on it, but I wouldn't have used any hand me down which had the wrong name on it.
These are baby outfits which say "Pollyanna* -2022 baby" "Pollyanna's First Christmas 2022" "My first Easter 2023 - Pollyanna"
*not the actual name.
I agree dated baby stuff is soon outgrown, perhaps younger children in the family might get some wear out of it.
Where's that sniggering devil smilie when I need it?
Yes, oh yes
That's certainly one solution to the ethical conundrum.
ETA - to be clear, not referring to anyone I know via the Ship.
Oh good. I like swapping name badges at those denominational things I don't like. Wonderful when you come up against a big wig who talks about his ability to remember people .... and he calls you by the wrong name.
Those and the ones who hide their money at the bottom of their bag. Under the shopping recently packed. Pay? Why?
Yep we talk aout survival of the fittest - why not demonstrate it with trolley rage?
Surely the first desperate shout of STFU should have been enough?
O I don't get in a rage. I take my cue from my late Ma, and behave with icy but polite irony...
From my (very) anecdotal experience while shopping in a German supermarket: they're pretty ruthless with their trolleys over there as well! Also people on escalators. (Not everyone is like that; but some are.) Strange goings-on I found, especially as no one ever cared to apologise. How wude!