We’ve got a voice text to text thing on our voicemail at work which emails you the message… which would good except it’s dreadful This is a real one I recieved today “ hi I’m billy lee, witch. I need thought onions your letter. I don’t think fairies because iron my vest” After I logged in and played the sound file it turned out that it was “it’s about my budleigh winch, I need to talk to someone about your letter, I don’t think you’re being fair I’m trying my best” it would work so much better if they just send us the sound file as an attachment
To be fair(y), the Fae folk have an aversion to iron, so if the caller had some sewn into their vest it might have interfered with Tink as she transcribed the message...
McDonald's ordering kiosks. I was in a McDonald's yesterday. The touch screen on the kiosk didn't work if I used my left hand. It worked (mostly) if I used my right hand. How is that even possible?
Actually, we (editorial "we") ARE impressed. As someone who lived in Philadelphia for several years, I can attest that that is an impressive Noo Yawk accent. It doesn't conjure up images of Philadelphia at all.
Hey, I'm just a little girl whose first language was Texas. Translation of the above advertisement would be appreciated.
Whoever invented this abomination should be put to death, and if he's dead already, dig him up and kill him again.
Some grocery stores here started using these clear plastic twist ties (no wire inside) that are bonded with adhesive and cannot be pulled apart. There is some pattern to twist it and then pull, which is supposed to release your bagged bread, but I have never understood how it works. And I've tried opening them a dozen times. I just can't do it. Every time I just rip the bread bag and have to put the loaf into a ziplock. It makes me want to scream. I would easily pay 25 cents more per loaf to have a normal twist tie, or one of the bread clip abortions you mentioned instead.
Did laundry today and my nephew was helpful enough to move it over to the dryer for me. He didn't remember to push the start button, but a job well begun is half done, right?
As the forgetful person who invariably leaves the last load of laundry in the washer, I am in perfect sympathy with your nephew.