Eh, I'll just tell her that she'll be getting the refund and see if she connects the dots.

From my middle sister's Facebook update, where she commented on an old friend's status. This is life in Greene County, Pennsylvania, wherein such things are possible as saying: "scrubbing poop off a show cow's butt". I'm still being amused at the idea of show cows.

Spherical ice cubes don't melt as fast as cube-cube ones because of the lower surface area. ("Don't dilute your drink" is absurd, though - they just dilute it slower.)

It's especially absurd since proper dilution is the key to making good cocktails. That's why you give a shit about whether your cocktail is stirred or shaken. It's also what makes a cocktail taste especially silken and why Alberta bothers to chip her own ice from a big ass block.

Clementine Izze is just the tastiest thing.

The Hawaiian mango soda that I tried was decent. Not as sugary was I was expecting.

Clementine Izze is just the tastiest thing.

OOH.

I felt really bad for the cashier at TJs tonight. In unloading the couple ahead of me's cart, she fumbled a thing of asparagus, and it sorta tumbled on the counter. She let out a nervous snort and said cheerily "Sorry!" Not being snotty or anything. They launched into her, calling her rude, wife getting all (and I don't get this) "I know PEOPLE in the COUNTY!" and "you were disrespectful of our groceries!" and she was all apologetic, it was an accident, etc, do you want me to go get another package? I just looked at them and said ACCIDENT, GROW UP. They continued to be complete aggressive asses, and by the time they'd left, she was reddening up and started crying while ringing me up. I just reassured her, told her she didn't do anything wrong, they were just entitled assholes. "I've never been called rude before!" Poor thing. I did make her laugh when I lost control of my credit card and it flew into her chest? Now I wish I could recall her nametag, because I'd really like to call the manager and let them know she didn't fuck anything up, it was just jackasses. I guess I could say, hey, the long blond who got upset around 6? Yeah, she didn't do anything wrong.

It's been bugging me this evening. People can be such assholes.

Call anyway, they'll figure who it is.

I spent 20 minutes on hold with the CTA once because some person was being a fucking jackass on the bus and swore she would report the driver (who was 100 percent in the right and not rude at all) and I wanted to make sure they had another opinion on record.

People like that just astound me. It's not like the girl accidentally lobbed the asparagus *at* the woman. The entitlement is so obscene.

Hey, sara, they were doing rowhouses in Baltimore tonight on House Hunters! (Like bon, I watch way too much HGTV.) I think they were in the Canton neighborhood?

Is there such a thing as too much HGTV? That would be like saying I read too much fic.

Tangentially, I just added SportsNight and Sherlock to my reading list. It's a big world out there.

I am at my parents. My power was out, the buses were running, and I decided that I may as well come tonight as tomorrow. We were chasing the storm the whole way, so once it was dark we drove through a lot of places without power. Which was kind of eerie.

I am going a little crazy not knowing if power is back at my place or not. Our utility has a outage map, but most of halifax is out, and it's reporting isn't 100% accurate. It was saying the power was out in my neighborhood earlier, when I did have power. So it is now saying the power is restored, but I don't know if I should believe it. I may have a lot of food to throw out on Tuesday.