Go back and watch your Star Trek again. Trapped in that doorway between universes (one of matter, one of antimatter). Arguing about it until hell freezes over or the debate over the audibility of cables has been resolved. Whichever comes first.
Sorry if pictures of tombstones hardly lighten the mood...
But I have discovered that Herbert Spencer (Deceased Economist) is not the same man as Thomas Spencer (Deceased Marks & Spencer co-founder).
But the Joke still works. 🙂
But I have discovered that Herbert Spencer (Deceased Economist) is not the same man as Thomas Spencer (Deceased Marks & Spencer co-founder).
But the Joke still works. 🙂
It HAS been resolved, long ago.
Just after the first serious experiment.
Only "True Believers" don't acknowledge it and get into "I don't hear you" mode. 🙄
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I'm not sure if this counts as humor but....
Today we were at a farmers market and walked by an old lady selling coffee. My wife ordered an iced mocha and we paid for it. The cash drawer was just sitting out on a table and we just put the money in and took our change. Which was weird enough in this age to have what appeared to be over $100 just sitting there. There was an odd, slightly unstable looking guy that has walked up and is standing near the drawer, she talked to him so maybe he was watching it for her. But he was pretty much just staring at us.
Then she starts making the drink. The process goes pretty slowly, but she was quite old and we were in the shade so I didn't mind. At the point of adding the chocolate she gets some on her fingers. Which she then proceeds to lick clean. And not just lick clean but mash them against her lips so the chocolate mixes with saliva that oozes out between her fingers and smears around her mouth. This goes on for a disturbing amount of time. Then, she slightly wipes her hands on a dirty towel and goes back to making the coffee, handling the cup all over and the coffee filter and the ice scoop, etc.
There was so much saliva and so much licking that later I wondered if there was a hidden camera somewhere trying to get our reaction, because it seemed unreal. Ever seen a disturbing image in a movie that was hard to get out of your mind, it's like that?
I can't even bring myself to glance at my wife at that point but I know then that there is no way she is going to drink that coffee. We've already paid and and I'm trying to figure out how to exit with the least drama. I certainly don't want to end up on someone's viral video edited to show us as being the awful ones being rude to an elderly lady. And she seemed to know a lot of people that had started to gather in the area and few looked all there. It crosses my mind to just go "oh, never mind, keep the money" and walk away without the cup, but I thought that would draw more attention than I'd want. At that point I'm thinking that we will take the coffee and toss it out at the next trash can we see and chalk it up to a lesson learned to watch the people at places like that before we order food.
She finishes up making it and sets the cup down on the table with chocolaty finger prints all up and down the side of it and tells my wife "I'm going to let you drink that down a bit so I can add some more ice". I'm feeling horror and humor at the same time, thinking "yeah, honey, drink that" as my wife says "No, that will be fine" and the lady starts arguing that it needs more ice. I picture it escalating into a Seinfeldian moment where the crowd starts challenging us as to why we aren't drinking it down so she can add more ice. My wife quickly picks up the cup and says "No, that's the perfect temperature" and we do our best to disappear into the crowd.
The person in line behind us, that witnessed the entire thing, proceeded to order. So I guess maybe we are unusual in that bothering us?
I know there are always horror stories of what goes on at restaurants that you don't see but we did see this! And that is also why I prefer restaurants with open kitchens.
Today we were at a farmers market and walked by an old lady selling coffee. My wife ordered an iced mocha and we paid for it. The cash drawer was just sitting out on a table and we just put the money in and took our change. Which was weird enough in this age to have what appeared to be over $100 just sitting there. There was an odd, slightly unstable looking guy that has walked up and is standing near the drawer, she talked to him so maybe he was watching it for her. But he was pretty much just staring at us.
Then she starts making the drink. The process goes pretty slowly, but she was quite old and we were in the shade so I didn't mind. At the point of adding the chocolate she gets some on her fingers. Which she then proceeds to lick clean. And not just lick clean but mash them against her lips so the chocolate mixes with saliva that oozes out between her fingers and smears around her mouth. This goes on for a disturbing amount of time. Then, she slightly wipes her hands on a dirty towel and goes back to making the coffee, handling the cup all over and the coffee filter and the ice scoop, etc.
There was so much saliva and so much licking that later I wondered if there was a hidden camera somewhere trying to get our reaction, because it seemed unreal. Ever seen a disturbing image in a movie that was hard to get out of your mind, it's like that?
I can't even bring myself to glance at my wife at that point but I know then that there is no way she is going to drink that coffee. We've already paid and and I'm trying to figure out how to exit with the least drama. I certainly don't want to end up on someone's viral video edited to show us as being the awful ones being rude to an elderly lady. And she seemed to know a lot of people that had started to gather in the area and few looked all there. It crosses my mind to just go "oh, never mind, keep the money" and walk away without the cup, but I thought that would draw more attention than I'd want. At that point I'm thinking that we will take the coffee and toss it out at the next trash can we see and chalk it up to a lesson learned to watch the people at places like that before we order food.
She finishes up making it and sets the cup down on the table with chocolaty finger prints all up and down the side of it and tells my wife "I'm going to let you drink that down a bit so I can add some more ice". I'm feeling horror and humor at the same time, thinking "yeah, honey, drink that" as my wife says "No, that will be fine" and the lady starts arguing that it needs more ice. I picture it escalating into a Seinfeldian moment where the crowd starts challenging us as to why we aren't drinking it down so she can add more ice. My wife quickly picks up the cup and says "No, that's the perfect temperature" and we do our best to disappear into the crowd.
The person in line behind us, that witnessed the entire thing, proceeded to order. So I guess maybe we are unusual in that bothering us?
I know there are always horror stories of what goes on at restaurants that you don't see but we did see this! And that is also why I prefer restaurants with open kitchens.
Dark roast diplomacy in action.
Back in my Surveying years, my field party hated working in a certain small town as the only option for a sit-down lunch was a restaurant with a, er, reputation. One of its more memorable health code infractions involved a multitasking cook who dropped a telephone receiver mid-sentence into a pot of beans she was stirring. She must have assumed no one was looking because she yanked the receiver out by the cord, dropped it into a towel, allowed it to cool briefly, then wiped it "clean" and hung it up. All the while the beans kept simmering as if nothing happened... 🤢
On a hot summer day a couple of years later, I stopped at a convenience store in the same town for a Coke and a pack of nabs. After paying for my items the lady behind the counter - a sprightly woman probably pushing eighty - asked, "Do you want a bag?"
"No, thanks," I replied.
She sighed slightly and said, "Well, I guess I'll stay here then..."
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Pop Quiz time:
So you're cruising down the freeway on a warm, sunny Friday afternoon in a 2009 Chevy HHR w/ the 2.2L 4-banger, auto transmission, A/C chillin', The Yes Album crankin'. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, you hear "ding ding ding," and look at the dash to notice that the little battery icon idiot light is illuminated, indicating a problem with the car's electrical system. Everything still seems to be working OK, but out of curiosity you reach into your tool bag on the passenger seat, take out your multimeter, and carefully MacGuyver a connection to the cigarette lighter socket to check the voltage. It currently reads 11.8V, and is dropping slowly but steadily. Apparently your alternator has just nated its last alter, and all of your remaining juice is coming only from the battery. You immediately turn off all uneeded accessories (♫ "I seen all good PEE--), set your jaw, and keep driving, for however many more miles the gods might see fit to grant your unworthy soul.
Query: How low do you think the voltage will drop before the car becomes disabled by the side of the road? (Show your math if you wish)
Hint: I was genuinely surprised by the answer (once all the pushing and grunting and swearing, and ultimately towing, had subsided), although many of you won't be I'm sure!
So you're cruising down the freeway on a warm, sunny Friday afternoon in a 2009 Chevy HHR w/ the 2.2L 4-banger, auto transmission, A/C chillin', The Yes Album crankin'. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, you hear "ding ding ding," and look at the dash to notice that the little battery icon idiot light is illuminated, indicating a problem with the car's electrical system. Everything still seems to be working OK, but out of curiosity you reach into your tool bag on the passenger seat, take out your multimeter, and carefully MacGuyver a connection to the cigarette lighter socket to check the voltage. It currently reads 11.8V, and is dropping slowly but steadily. Apparently your alternator has just nated its last alter, and all of your remaining juice is coming only from the battery. You immediately turn off all uneeded accessories (♫ "I seen all good PEE--), set your jaw, and keep driving, for however many more miles the gods might see fit to grant your unworthy soul.
Query: How low do you think the voltage will drop before the car becomes disabled by the side of the road? (Show your math if you wish)
Hint: I was genuinely surprised by the answer (once all the pushing and grunting and swearing, and ultimately towing, had subsided), although many of you won't be I'm sure!
Hopefully at least to the next exit with a convenience store or gas station. If nothing else you could have a good PEE...😁
From my own experience with a 2005 Civic I'd say less than five miles. I assume this happened to you recently? If so I hope it ended well! Few things worse than being stranded on a busy freeway. 😬
From my own experience with a 2005 Civic I'd say less than five miles. I assume this happened to you recently? If so I hope it ended well! Few things worse than being stranded on a busy freeway. 😬
