That Moment...

In Finland we try to help everyone to understand the concept of "enough personal space".

You need to talk birds their language. Let me lend you a Finnish-birdtalk dictionary...


©Alan Aspie

 

Followed by TMW they reply back. Now I have to explain myself .
Followed closely by TMW I actually manage to do that.

 

Oooh, Let us know how that all goes!

 

Drinking and bitching about how things used to be counts, right?

 

Loyal Order of Buffalo? (Fred and Barney)

 

TMW you remember that you bought some snack food on the way home

Followed by

TMW you look all over and can't find them, but do remember consuming them

Followed by

TMW you depressingly conclude that you must have dropped them somewhere in town

 

Hold on. If you remember consuming said snack foods, why are you concluding you dropped them? If you remember consuming them, that surely explains why they're not there??

Or should that do have been a don't ?

 

TMW you want to search the website of a big box home improvement store for a certain type of bolt, but you have no idea what it's called.

 

What does it look like?

 

Because it was a large bag that I didn't finish. So, I either put it down for some reason, or dropped it. I thought they'd be in my backpack, but they're not.

 

Ah, gottcha. That's a shitter right enough. If I bought snack goodies and discovered half of them missing, I'd be straight back out to buy more.

 

Threaded bolt with an ovalish slotless head that looks like it was smashed flat with a hammer.

 

A

A locker bolt?

 

The sad truth is that I didn't remember I had them until I got home, and I didn't have money to replace them. Could've been worse though. I could've lost chocolate snacks.

 

Sounds like a rivet.

Forget that. Rivets don't have a thread.

These? Threaded rivet.

 

Does everyone else know what date it is on any given day? I mean instantly or without having to use your phone?

 

No. I have no clue.

 

Month, year, day of the week. Those I know instantly.

The date of the day, I may have to think about a bit.

 

TMW you discover that the ONS (office of national statistics) code for your home borough in England is 00AZ.

 

Well that's comforting.

 

The longer I stay in, the less information I have. If I'm home for three days straight, I'm usually confused what day it is, never mind the date. I do remember the month, but the year throws me sometimes if I've got a form to fill. Though the latter could be due to the form itself; I'm not comfortable with them.

 

TMW you watch a new movie starring one of your favorite actors and it turns out to be a nearly-unwatchable piece of crap.

 

Forms are evil. More evil when they serve no purpose, as the form I should have filled months ago.
Resurrecting the spirit of this thread... That moment when you are pissed off because you must go out to buy smokes, breaking your reading, and then discover THAT couple you rolled a while ago, somewhere inside a box...

 

TMW you eventually find the snacks you thought you lost yesterday!



They were in the bottom of my coat pocket.