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14 days agoSE USA. A cashier who doesn’t want small talk here is rare. I’ve even had small talk happen at Aldi’s. I didn’t know they were trained to not do that, as the other poster said.
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Oh who can remember. Several days at least. Basically until I had a bowel movement. They had given me a threshold of “if you don’t go by this date come back” or something. That wasn’t needed, that’s all I remember.
When I was about 10, my digestive system just kinda halted. Doctors didn’t know why; I didn’t know why. It never happened before or since. But, they had me chug like a bottle of this stuff every day. Back then, (at least where we got it), it didn’t even have the lemon flavor.
Anyway, thanks for the PTSD. (Joking… kinda)
Most of the time, when English speakers add random umlauts to a word, it makes no sense. But this is actually the correct pronunciation of ä.
You might enjoy this book. It’s like dictionary of random slang words from around the world, with different chapters based on categories.
Personally, I was a little disappointed because 99% of the definitions are just one sentence or sentence fragment. I was hoping to find out a little more about the origins of more of the words and maybe a little of the culture behind them.
There’s a lotta people named Ian who are very upset right now
Over the years, I’ve gotten more accustomed to my sleep paralysis episodes. (Partially because I’ve trained my husband to wake me when I hum in bed. I can’t scream, but I can do a dull, monotone hum.) The result has been my brain making my sleep paralysis demons move towards me faster. in fact, they’ve recently started full-on sprinting at me and jumping towards me in bed. I can even hear their feet pounding as they run down the hallway.
Anyway, I do kinda miss it when they just hovered over my bed instead. So, I feel this comic.
My husband didn’t know I had these episodes back when he first started sleeping over at my place. The first time I had one, I awoke him as I lunged at the air above me, seemingly trying to choke thin air. (For me, the paralysis always seems to lift “all at once.” And, at the time, I frequently felt the “demons” were sucking my energy. I wanted to stop them. I think this was my brain’s way of rationalizing feeling lethargic the day after an episode.)
Anyway, my husband asked me “what was that!?” I groggily responded “she just wants our money I bet, hah!” and just fell right back asleep.
He was confused and terrified. He kept talking to me until I woke up enough to explain what happened.
This was my favorite movie growing up, and I quote it frequently despite not having seen it in years. One day, my husband (who has never seen it) said “wait, is this movie a comedy? I thought it was a tragedy?” …it’s both.
Also “once it hits your prostate, you’re a goner” is very relevant right now.
“und so weiter” which is a phrase that literally has no English equivalent. It’s so special and unique and conveys a feeling of…
Nah, just kidding. It means “and so forth.”
(This comment is informative and not directed at OP, who I’m sure already knows this.)
Is it, though? The horses probably just trampled all over Humpty Dumpty, and THAT’S why he couldn’t be put back together.
I had a dream that my cousins and I were having a get-together at my aunt’s house, in the yard. My cousin, John, was the last to arrive and his car fell into a ditch as he was attempting to pull into my aunt’s driveway.
We all ran to his aid. He got out quickly and yelled “I’m okay!”
We all laughed. I said “Wow, this is just like old times! Everyone is here, even (my other cousin) Jane! … wait, Jane is here?”
I look at Jane, and time stops. The color fades from the background, but she is still there in full color, smiling at me. I wake up crying.
Jane (not her real name) died a couple years ago, and I have variations of this dream still.
Jedes Mal dass ich “geh” höre, denke ich an “gay.” Finally it paid off!
More like “gay ins Bett!” Hab ich Recht, Jungs?
Actually, me too. Leos are supposed to be outgoing, but I’m usually not. Eh, exceptions prove the rules, right?
I’ve kinda made up my own pseudo science that astrology is real. However, it has nothing to do with the location of the stars when you are born.
Instead, the time of year when you are born affects your personality for life. Think about it: babies born in winter and constantly being wrapped in blankets and mostly isolated from others except around the holidays. Babies born in summer wear light clothing, and are more likely to have encounters with others, perhaps causing them to be more social later in life.
Oh look at this individual with all their potassium and hydration.
Fuck you. (Not really)
Being a native from The South, “Yankee” to me means anybody from the area above the Mason Dixon line. Full disclosure, I’m not proud to be from The South. However, I do find many Yankees to be at least a little bit strange. So, the designation stands in my head.
Indifferent Ambivalence