No one STOLE them--I left them sitting on the bench I had been sitting on. Though I suppose I could rage at myself. They were cute and fairly new. :(
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No one STOLE them--I left them sitting on the bench I had been sitting on. Though I suppose I could rage at myself. They were cute and fairly new. :(
Meh, finder's keepers. Not like someone could track me down to return them.
Now I'm mad 'cause one of these students thinks I'm a moron. If you're going to give the sub a fake name then at least give one that's on the attendance.
It took a guy at work 6 smurfin hours to put in a medicine cabinet today! I put 6 in in the same amount of time and took my time :mad2: and he smurfed it up and didn't finish!
I'm pretty convinced the designers and engineers for most of the cars I work on are assholes.
Fortunately I can only think of one customer who pissed me off, and that was a year ago.
The last time something was stolen from me was probably 7 years ago when my car got broken into.
That's a pretty good run of no major assholes.
My day is sometimes partially ruined by New Yorkers who can't drive or walk. And some how think molestation is okay.
^ Look if you want me to take my hands out of your pockets, politely ask. I just think on the subway we should all be one happy, erotic family.
Architects piss me off. They draw lines and :bou::bou::bou::bou: and don't know how to measure anything and come up with the most stupid ideas ever. I wanna smack em all and tell em to just let us build the :bou::bou::bou::bou:
Speaking of laundry, some guy in the laundry room of the complex I live in decided not to wait for me and Jeremy to put our clothes in the dryer, and we weren't even late! It takes about 40 or 45 minutes for a large load to finish, so we returned to put our clothes in dryers after an hour had passed.
But the guy threw our laundry in the dryers before we got back, which I don't like at all. I don't like some strange man handling my panties and such.
But, it's okay, because I went through his laundry later, too, so I could determine whether the rude person was male or female.
:kaoangry:
I stole someone's little doodle pad at uni. It was just sitting there and I decided to take it, despite a very good chance they would return to find it. I'll take their half dozen little images and make something out of them. This is me being a dick.
I also left my sunglasses on top of my car one day, someone took them. That pissed me off, but oh well.
I wrote the name "Billy Bob Jim Joe" onto the sign-in sheet at the school library when I was in the ninth grade just to be silly once. I didn't think it'd be an issue because it's just to see who was acting like a dick, and I behave myself in the library. The other kids that went with me decided they were gonna mess with the computers instead of researching though, and I got in trouble because mine was the only name missing ;_;
I'm very particular about my laundry. Besides myself, nobody but my boyfriend can touch it, but only because we share a closet and dresser. :bou::bou::bou::bou: gets lost when other people touch my laundry, so I don't like it when other people mix their laundry in with mine. Then it becomes "our" laundry, and they feel free to touch all of my things to get to their clothes and no matter how good the other person is at not losing things, if I don't share a room with them, I lose a sock and three pairs of underwear. It's maddening. If I lose any of my laundry and I know for a fact that I'm the only one who touched it, then there's absolutely nowhere else it could be but somewhere between my room and the dryer.
Ugh, some fat bitch did that to me at my old apartment complex. Six washers, six dryers and I was using two of them to do laundry -- other four were not being used. She decided that she needed all six washers to do her laundry at the same time, so she removed my laundry and put it on top of the dryers. I almost punched in her the throat when I came down and saw her putting her laundry in the machines I was using.
Her reason?
"Ya took too long!"
It had been maybe, maybe, five minutes after the washers had stopped.
Haha, oh man. I was on both ends of the washer/dryer drama back at one of my old apartment complexes. I only ever moved someone's stuff if it had been like 20 minutes since the dryer stopped though.
Other people are impatient and will barely wait five minutes. :mad2: