As a connoisseur of poh tay toes, they look gross.
As a connoisseur of poh tay toes, they look gross.
Yep. Turned down one rental many years ago due to too many flights of stairs and no lift - and being too poor to hire movers.
I got a good, thankful laugh when I watched the episode a couple of years back.
Pivot! PIVOT!
Sorry, I had to.
As someone who used to be so flat in their verbal communication that they were nicknamed Daria (my hero at the time so I wasn’t too upset), and worked really hard to change that so they could function in society, I am certain I would struggle hard with Chinese language if that’s the case.
Just one night of my partner disrupting my sleep with his own sleep issues, and I start to have delirious thoughts that he is a CIA torture agent.
I can’t even begin to imagine what these poor Ottawans must have been going through at the time.
My hairdresser was disassociating due to PTSD and stuck her hand into the mower blade because it was gunked up and not moving. She forgot to turn it off and sliced her hand up, and can no longer do her job.
Should we ban mowers?
My uncle in law came off a motorbike and was sliced apart by a guardrail, and died.
Should we ban motorbikes? Guardrails? Both?
Some things come with risk but bring greater reward. We need to weigh risk vs reward, and in the balance, nuclear comes out much further ahead - as long as it built and maintained to a high standard. It’s also much, much safer and less harmful than the current options like coal.
It’s two words, but we call them “bloody tourists” in Australia.
We called ourselves that when on our recent outback adventure.
Perhaps - I am notorious for my issues processing verbal communication!
My upper manager always goes on about “empowerment” being part of the new direction for the business, but wouldn’t you know, we still get drawn and quartered for the smallest errors.
Did that.
Doc was 45 minutes late to work.
She was a nice lady but that had me fuming.
I then had to wait two hours for a taxi. I was in tears from anxiety by the time I got home, then had to go back to work.
Luckily I am WFH so no one could see me crying.
That was a bad day!