People watching is the best. Although most everyone has their nose in their device and not a book. And the freaks? No words. Airports are the weirdest places. Flew home thru MSP last week instead of ATL. I haven't been there in a few years and it was beautiful compared to the mass of sad humanity and dogmanity that you see in ATL. People…
People watching is the best. Although most everyone has their nose in their device and not a book. And the freaks? No words. Airports are the weirdest places. Flew home thru MSP last week instead of ATL. I haven't been there in a few years and it was beautiful compared to the mass of sad humanity and dogmanity that you see in ATL. People walking dogs in the concourse and the dog lays a deuce right there in front of Chipotle. Yeah, cancel my bean burrito order please.
OMG!!! Here's my hot airport tip: ALWAYS give yourself time for a glass of wine at the airport bar, and ALWAYS wear a controversial hat. I met my new BFF (whom I'm going with to the First, Do No Pharm screening tonight) last week on my flight back from CA and thanks to my DEFUND THE MEDIA hat. Hahaha but seriously. You find out REALLY quickly who's on your team. :)
Great tip. I want that hat. I don't have time to take potential friends out to dinner and maybe get to first or second base, only to find out what is actually in their pants. Could be a piano playing member who pops out waving a yellow and blue flag. Or, could be a uniparty member with a giant D(uh) also. No time for that. Let's just take the blood test and see if we are a compatible friend match. And...when you do meet that special friend, you have to make sure their spouse is compatible with yours. (No, I am NOT talking about putting car keys in a bowl by the front door/pineapple party). Even if Hubs gets a fellow commiserator to eye roll with, as us gals talk everything in the kitchen from chem trails to colonoscopies...that is how you know she might be the one. Or two, since all your other 'friends' have run away. I don't have time for nonsense or trying to convince anyone of The Truth anymore. If they can't see it by now, I don't want them in my Circle of Trust.
I was at a coffee place with a few friends and made a derogatory comment about the couple of maskers working there (not all, thankfully) and he mentioned that I shouldn't complain about it because it shows us who they are. There was also a middle-aged lady with green hair working there and he pointed out the same thing. It tells us so much about them. Might as well have been carrying one of those "in this house we believe" signs. Gave me a new perspective.
That has absolutely been my take on it. It is an outward sign of who they are on the inside. Makes it easier on us in a way, because there is no pussy-footing around.
Surely, by now, technology can provide the Infinite Questionnaire to compartmentalize us all down into the (micro) groups we are perfect for.
Each answer, eliminates at least half of the contenders.
Taking the fantasy to its end, you've found The Perfect Friend-Match! And you're meeting them TONIGHT; he/she/it [which is not to say she-it] is coming over! The doorbell rings! The AnTiCiPaSHUN! You throw open the DOOR!
But it's only you...
No. BETTER, is the approach in the account I read somewhere in these pages, by a liberal who was brought over to the bright side by the tolerant listening of a conservative. SadieJay, you would eschew my camaraderie for the paltry excuse that ~I~ hold colonscopies to be the chief result of chem trails?! Oh, just say it ain't so! No! Forfend! Take me under thy wing [I have gone Elizabethan for some reason] and bring me 'round. You have much to give. We, none of us, in this day, have the luxury to give in to hoarding. Share, SHARE!
And forgive. It occurs I should be asking you to forgive my horning in.
Listening I have no problem with. Letting someone in as friend to me and a friend to thee (if thou art truly my friend) is another story. Friend implies Emergency Contact closeness. Acquaintance acquiesces to listening and hearing and giving opinions if asked. I have many acquaintances but few friends I would trusteth with my life.
Of course, my negativity reminds me that I'm personally more likely to NEVER find out who it was from the other team who clocked me from just-off-camera.
People watching is the best. Although most everyone has their nose in their device and not a book. And the freaks? No words. Airports are the weirdest places. Flew home thru MSP last week instead of ATL. I haven't been there in a few years and it was beautiful compared to the mass of sad humanity and dogmanity that you see in ATL. People walking dogs in the concourse and the dog lays a deuce right there in front of Chipotle. Yeah, cancel my bean burrito order please.
OMG!!! Here's my hot airport tip: ALWAYS give yourself time for a glass of wine at the airport bar, and ALWAYS wear a controversial hat. I met my new BFF (whom I'm going with to the First, Do No Pharm screening tonight) last week on my flight back from CA and thanks to my DEFUND THE MEDIA hat. Hahaha but seriously. You find out REALLY quickly who's on your team. :)
Great tip. I want that hat. I don't have time to take potential friends out to dinner and maybe get to first or second base, only to find out what is actually in their pants. Could be a piano playing member who pops out waving a yellow and blue flag. Or, could be a uniparty member with a giant D(uh) also. No time for that. Let's just take the blood test and see if we are a compatible friend match. And...when you do meet that special friend, you have to make sure their spouse is compatible with yours. (No, I am NOT talking about putting car keys in a bowl by the front door/pineapple party). Even if Hubs gets a fellow commiserator to eye roll with, as us gals talk everything in the kitchen from chem trails to colonoscopies...that is how you know she might be the one. Or two, since all your other 'friends' have run away. I don't have time for nonsense or trying to convince anyone of The Truth anymore. If they can't see it by now, I don't want them in my Circle of Trust.
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Right there with ya, SadieJay. 💜🙏💯🔥. I am too old and too jaded to bother trying to convince the brainwashed sleepwalkers.
There are a whole slew of them that regularly walk the same beach as me and the pups.
Sadly, my patience was razor thin and now it’s non existent. Pouff! Gone!
By their masks you shall know them.
I was at a coffee place with a few friends and made a derogatory comment about the couple of maskers working there (not all, thankfully) and he mentioned that I shouldn't complain about it because it shows us who they are. There was also a middle-aged lady with green hair working there and he pointed out the same thing. It tells us so much about them. Might as well have been carrying one of those "in this house we believe" signs. Gave me a new perspective.
That has absolutely been my take on it. It is an outward sign of who they are on the inside. Makes it easier on us in a way, because there is no pussy-footing around.
Surely, by now, technology can provide the Infinite Questionnaire to compartmentalize us all down into the (micro) groups we are perfect for.
Each answer, eliminates at least half of the contenders.
Taking the fantasy to its end, you've found The Perfect Friend-Match! And you're meeting them TONIGHT; he/she/it [which is not to say she-it] is coming over! The doorbell rings! The AnTiCiPaSHUN! You throw open the DOOR!
But it's only you...
No. BETTER, is the approach in the account I read somewhere in these pages, by a liberal who was brought over to the bright side by the tolerant listening of a conservative. SadieJay, you would eschew my camaraderie for the paltry excuse that ~I~ hold colonscopies to be the chief result of chem trails?! Oh, just say it ain't so! No! Forfend! Take me under thy wing [I have gone Elizabethan for some reason] and bring me 'round. You have much to give. We, none of us, in this day, have the luxury to give in to hoarding. Share, SHARE!
And forgive. It occurs I should be asking you to forgive my horning in.
Listening I have no problem with. Letting someone in as friend to me and a friend to thee (if thou art truly my friend) is another story. Friend implies Emergency Contact closeness. Acquaintance acquiesces to listening and hearing and giving opinions if asked. I have many acquaintances but few friends I would trusteth with my life.
Okay, I see-eth thou's point. Even the nice conservative listener lady didn't trust with her life, the liberal seeker of truth, instantly.
I'm just saying, please keep the Applicants' door open. (That's me, 17th from the front. Wearing the Trump-as-Batman mask.)
Brilliant!
Of course, my negativity reminds me that I'm personally more likely to NEVER find out who it was from the other team who clocked me from just-off-camera.