Eh, they aren't that great. The first time I did laugh my butt off as I careened around the store. But they are frustrating, people don't make room, it is hard to reach things. And when you do have an injury - like you are on crutches, there is no great place to put the crutches. Let alone a knee scooter. "Luckily" for me, I can't drive so I'll always have someone with me to push the cart as I scoot around.

And yes, the problems I see are indicative of what others deal with daily.

What was our disagreement on gerunds?

I have the distinct memory of being absolutely furious with you at some point during The Great Gerund War, and now I'm wondering if I was actually mad at someone else?

(I'm honestly hesitant to recap even a small part of that kerfuffle for fear of starting it all over again. It was on WX, and there was yelling.)

Is an -ing ending required to be a gerund, or is it defined by the functional job it does in the sentence.

Aaaaaand now I'm having flashbacks.

(I'm honestly hesitant to recap even a small part of that kerfuffle for fear of starting it all over again. It was on WX, and there was yelling.)

Yeah, I recall having Very Strong Feelings and being totally boggled at all of the wrongheadedness! -- so much so that I am also reluctant to open the discussion back up. Let us just assume I was totally right about everything, mmmkay?

I begin to see the Great Gerund War may have reached heights of ferocity like unto the Balrog Wing Debate on Rec.Art.Books.Tolkien.

t /shudders

WHY AMYCH WHY

#ptsd

I remember the Great Gerund War, but I can't remember a damn thing about it, though I am SURE that I both had and expressed Very Strong Feelings and was also a dick about it. (I mean, I can't remember being a dick about it, but odds are super good.)

I'm also pro-hammock anywhere you damn please. (Hey, if it's structurally unsound, that's on you.)

We have almost all mellowed a great deal.

I could gaf about the gerunding of words.

I see what you did there.