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People to Punch, Pet Peeves, and General Vexations (mega-merge)

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In MSP for a lacrosse tourney this weekend. Get on the elevator last night and some woman mentions my tOSU lax t-shirt. Starts with 'Oh how I hate...'

Elevator full of people, all chuckling.

Nod my head and give no response.

Clearly she sees that I'm not going to play. In an attempt to lighten the mood she says that they are Wisky alum... and how they were just giving Goldie ('Sota mascot) a hard time at the wedding. Apparently he was at the wedding... not in costume.

A couple of seconds go by. I see that I'm getting close to my floor... I reply, 'It's alright. Nobody hates on losers...'

Door opens, 18th floor. Exit to room from a silenced elevator.

Fuck Bucky.
 
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Yet another story on The Weather Channel just now about someone getting out of their car, going about their damn business, and FORGETTING they left a child in the car.

I understand the mechanism of getting your brain stuck in a narrow track where certain details are omitted. I almost left for the store the other day without bringing the item with me that I needed to return. Yeah. It happens. Change your routine and actions that were normally performed almost unconsciously, on auto pilot, become disrupted. You rearrange your living room and now the TV remote isn't where you reach for it. I get it.

BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, how in the hell do you forget your child is with you? What exactly is the magnitude of distraction that that insignificant little tidbit of data slips out of awareness? I know stress is a bitch. I had some pretty damn stressful periods in my life when my daughter was little, too. But, somehow or other, the strain never caused me to develop amnesia around the fact that a couple years earlier I'd given birth.

Lucky for us all, there are some handy dandy helpful hints for ways to avoid a tragic outcome. The one I just love to pieces is the suggestion that, after strapping your living, breathing offspring into their rear car seat, that you also place your CELL PHONE in the back seat. This way, when you get where you're going and are ready to abandon your four-wheeled tin box in the sweltering sun, you'll remember to remove your child because you'll get into the back to retrieve your cell phone. You know. Your fucking cell phone: the truly irreplaceable precious shit in your life.
 
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LostLassie said:
Yet another story on The Weather Channel just now about someone getting out of their car, going about their damn business, and FORGETTING they left a child in the car.

I understand the mechanism of getting your brain stuck in a narrow track where certain details are omitted. I almost left for the store the other day without bringing the item with me that I needed to return. Yeah. It happens. Change your routine and actions that were normally performed almost unconsciously, on auto pilot, become disrupted. You rearrange your living room and now the TV remote isn't where you reach for it. I get it.

BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, how in the hell do you forget your child is with you? What exactly is the magnitude of distraction that that insignificant little tidbit of data slips out of awareness? I know stress is a bitch. I had some pretty damn stressful periods in my life when my daughter was little, too. But, somehow or other, the strain never caused me to develop amnesia around the fact that a couple years earlier I'd given birth.

Lucky for us all, there are some handy dandy helpful hints for ways to avoid a tragic outcome. The one I just love to pieces is the suggestion that, after strapping your living, breathing offspring into their rear car seat, that you also place your CELL PHONE in the back seat. This way, when you get where you're going and are ready to abandon your four-wheeled tin box in the sweltering sun, you'll remember to remove your child because you'll get into the back to retrieve your cell phone. You know. Your fucking cell phone: the truly irreplaceable precious [Mark May] in your life.
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How the heck am I supposed to text with my cell phone in the back seat?!?
 
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Anti-abortion protestors on the walking bridges over 315 and 71, during weekday rush-hour traffic. Is anyone else seeing this? You're driving into work on a nice sunny morning but traffic is crawling for 5 miles, only to open back up once everyone gets past the body-parts-signs being held up above the highway. How is this legal? I know, "free speech" and all, but it seems like these zealots shouldn't be able to disrupt hundreds/thousands of workaday commuters in this way.
 
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My parents left me at the local little league park when I was a baby. My parents were good parents.

At least once a year growing up playing sports, a teammate was left at practice for at least a couple hrs after it was over. Good kids that went to college. I assume their parents weren't pieces of shit.

A friend installed a lock at the top of the door after their 4yo twins dragged a heavy ass chair from the kitchen to reach the deadbolt on a rainy Sunday morning and let themselves out into a parking lot.

Shit happens. Parents get tired and distracted.
 
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