I still have my last pair of pointe shoes. lol. Somewhere … The photo is about all I can locate.
Like airplanes. Another “as if.”
i recall traveling through rural Maine in the late 90’s with a pal of mine. we just drove all night and stopped at a little cafe/diner for breakfast. the waitress, probably picking up that ‘we weren’t from around there’, asked us if we would like to sit in the smoking or non-smoking section. we chose non-smoking and she escorted us to a booth on one side of the open dining area. a sign on the wall had a non-smoking symbol with an arrow pointing down to our booth. the non-smoking ‘section’ amounted to a single table in the place.
I just snort-laughed! Ayup. That sounds like Mainers from awhile back.
That’s wonderful, I have no idea what happened to mine.
I was always curious about the respiratory therapists who smoked like chimneys during their breaks.
I guess they needed first-hand experience of the condition they were treating
My mom made a costume for me, too. I had no idea she was such an accomplished seamstress. I was performing with a volunteer group for some sort of benefit - and the costume we all needed was some sort of at least knee length Spanish skirt with layers of red and yellow taffeta ruffles all around. Problem was -we only had one costume. So I took it to my mom, who commanded me to go to the fabric store and buy a ruffle attachment for her sewing machine, and x number of yards of red and white taffeta-esque material plus muslin for the underlining. She didn’t even measure the costume (I think she measured me). I brought back the supplies, she got out her scissors, and voila - a gorgeous skirt with full ruffles (no skimping on the fabric). It weighed a ton! I still have it - I know I saw the leotard top a few weeks ago -still festooned with sequined braid). She could cook without recipes, too
I was so shocked that she knew how to do this, and she said to me: Haven’t I taught you anything? You NEVER tell anyone everything you can do … because then they’ll ask you to do it!!
My new life motto!
Trust me, she was sooooo correct!
When I worked for the Los Angeles office of Japan Travel Bureau )Japan’s largest travel agency) from 1988 to 1996, I had a second generation Japanese-American co-worker who told us she couldn’t speak or understand Japanese (it wasn’t required for her routine work). Not until her farewell party (without bosses in attendance) did she tell us that she could actually speak and understand it (she couldn’t write or read it, however.)
We asked her why she never told anyone and she said that it was because she knew she’d be given additional duties that weren’t required of her position. I’m sure she was right, but I personally couldn’t keep that a secret.
Self preservation!
What a great story, mothers are amazing aren’t they. Unfortunately I didn’t inherit my mother’s sewing skills or her ability to make pie crust.
Me either. But I can knit …
I’m the admin for a few local food groups on Facebook. Today, some douche decided to get on his (it’s almost always, inevitably a guy) soapbox about veganism, bc his favorite coffeeshop / used bookstore / super-popular staple in town went fully vegan. So now he can’t get any milk in his coffee anymore, and instead of taking it up with the owner in person he bitched out several members for suggesting he could go to several other coffee shops in town, one of which even allows for his precious pup to come along.
That did not stop him from endlessly pontificating, mansplaining, and being an overall dick, and finally blocking me (!), the admin. He musta missed rule #1: be kind and courteous. Needless to say he is no longer a group member
's good to be qveen I mean admin
This wasn’t @PedroPero , was it ?
Nah. Our WFD crew is full of wonderful, friendly folks, many of whom I know IRL (not the sammich king himself, but who knows what the future may bring).
My local group has 3700+ members, so there’s a much higher chance of assholes slipping through. It’s the internet, after all
Needless to say they don’t very last long.
Me, mansplain?!? That’s unpossible.
If he really liked that coffee shop, I don’t see why he doesn’t bring his own milk from home (baby food jar or similar) and just (secretly) add some to his coffee.
If he got caught, he could say he has some soy milk allergy.
In a lot of situations, the choices are not just (A) or (B) – sometimes there is a (C) or (D) or (E) choice/solution.
Ahhh, but this gentleman :::sarcasm::: doesn’t want to create his own solution. He wants what he wants the way he wants it - despite the fact that the coffee shop isn’t his.
Actually - THAT would have been my recommendation - open your own coffee shop and you can have it your way any time you want.