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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20790 on: May 01, 2013, 05:27:54 PM »
US 1 through south Miami Dade County (south of the city of Miami itself) is an extremely busy 4-6 lane "surface" street.  It's always extremely congested.  This is important background information.

So, I'm driving home today and need to cross US 1.  There's SS IOwnTheRoad walking across 6 lanes of traffic, talking on her cell phone, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the few hundred cars trying to use the road during 5PM traffic.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20791 on: May 01, 2013, 05:34:24 PM »
::)

saw one at the Wally World parkinglot yesterday - DH was driving, and a lady walked out in front of us without looking.  AFTER she was in front of the moving car/in the aisle she looked straight at DH and looked shocked - as if we'd appeared out of nowhere.

I don't see that as a Special Snowflake. I see that as incredibly absentminded.
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I've been in the WW parking lot in town where the aisles are a single car wide and switchback without outlet.  You can't go around someone pulling out of the diagonal stalls.  There is always an incredibly long queue of cars snaking up and down the aisles.  Then there are the SS people who are proud that they have more time than money, so can afford to mosey slowly down the middle of the aisle because all those cars can just wait.  Honking is not Hawaiian, so they get away with it.

The absentminded usually clue in eventually and look embarrassed when they realize they are holding up 20 cars.  The SS don't look embarrassed; They look proud of their ability to make you wait for them. >:(
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20792 on: May 01, 2013, 05:41:06 PM »
BIL: Yeah.. I can't imagine if anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do.
MIL: Well, you know I'm not getting any younger, you might want to think about that.
BIL: I don't know. I'm sure that (me and DH) wouldn't take me in.
Sounds like my youngest BIL (Y-BIL).  He lives with MIL.  She's getting on in years and her health is not good.  Y-BIL thinks that his 2 older brothers will let him have MIL's condo - her only asset - when she passes.  It's paid for and he thinks he will only have to pay maintenance fees.  DH thinks they can ask Y-BIL to give them each a little bit of rent each month to pay them back for their interest in the condo.  I asked if the older brothers are willing to evict Y-BIL when he "can't pay the rent."  Otherwise, you guys might as well give it to him.

Y-BIL only works enough to get along and is always trying to find an easy way to get by.  If he doesn't have to pay rent, he'll work less.  I predict rent would only be paid occasionally, at best.  Y-BIL thinks he deserves to inherit the condo because his older brothers already own their homes.  Yep, the old "you worked hard to earn money and I deserve it" argument. ::)
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20793 on: May 01, 2013, 05:46:27 PM »
Last night we were driving down the main drag in Waikiki - a 4 lane one way street.  SS Driver decided to make a right turn into 4 lanes of oncoming traffic, which included us.  All 4 lanes came to a complete stop while SS Driver drove up the wrong way and turned into a side street.  I guess he didn't want to have to go around the block like the rest of us mere mortals.

I made almost the same mistake 35 years ago in San Francisco.  My first time driving in The City.  My first encounter with one-way streets.  I was at a stop sign.  Someone had stolen the one-way signs.  There was no oncoming traffic, so I turned.  Then the light turned green and I was looking at 4 lanes of oncoming traffic led by a black and white police car.  I pulled over and cried.  I was 17 years old and he believed that it was an honest error compounded by missing traffic signs.  He did not ticket me and helped me get turned around.

So again - it could be an honest mistake or it could be a SS.  When the driver sees the traffic coming at him (or her) and continues because they want to go where they want to go - that makes them a SS in my book.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20794 on: May 01, 2013, 09:35:24 PM »
The people who stop in the middle of the street and honk repeatedly till the person they're picking up comes out of their house.  It's annoying at any part of the day, but especially when they do it after 8.  Park the dingdangity car, get out and go to the door.  If they have time to sit there and honk repeatedly, they have the time to go up to the darned door, for pity's sake!

I've witnessed people stopping in the middle of a four lane road, usually on the lane closest to center, then have their friends walk up to them from the sidewalk.  I can't stop thinking one of them will get hit...

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20795 on: May 01, 2013, 10:22:11 PM »
The BILs in previous posts are amateurs compared to my brother “Randy”. 

Randy has always been the favored child, partly because he’s the oldest male and partly because he supposedly needs more than my sister and I.  My parents believe that Randy is a genius and make a huge deal about every little thing he does.

My parents subsidized Randy while he worked a menial job, which he decided to quit during the worst of the recession, to focus on his music  ::).  They were supporting him completely until Dad went into a nursing home and Mom had a stroke that requires her to have 24-hour care.  Rather than have all the parent’s remaining assets go to a second nursing home, Randy moved in with her.

That was three years ago.  Randy now has title to the paid-for house, a new car, and complete access to my mother’s income and investments.  When the parents are gone, Randy will inherit everything.    Sister and I can “take care of ourselves”. 

Sister and I spend thousands of dollars a year buying items for my parents that Randy just can’t get around to buying.  In two days, Randy will lose $25,000 because he’s too damned lazy to return an insurance form (he’s had two years). 

Randy is very very special.

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« Reply #20796 on: May 02, 2013, 08:36:00 AM »
I have been a licensed driver for almost 30 years, and yesterday I had the most terrifying experience I have ever had while driving.  I'm not sure if Special Snowflake can even remotely describe this other driver, but since this is a good place for horrible driving stories, I'll put it here.

I left work early to pick up one of my cats from the specialty vet clinic.  He had a surgical procedure, nothing life threatning, but still surgery, so he was not feeling his best.  This is one reason why this experience was even worse for me than it would have been otherwise.

On the way home, I'm driving on the interstate and come to a part where two lanes kind of fork to the right, and three lanes go straight into the downtown part of my city.  I'm in the left lane of the right fork, when all of a sudden a car directly to my left in one of the going straight lanes decides to change over into my lane, right on top of me.  I see him coming, and in a panic, lay on my horn.  Usually when this happens, the other driver realizes their error and immediately corrects back into their lane.  Not this guy, he just keeps coming over.  Fortunately, no one was in the lane to my right so I immediately get over trying to get away from the other car and avoid being hit.

I am angry, needless to say, but still willing to chalk it up to an error in judgment by the other driver.  Then, the next thing I know, here he comes into my lane again!  Of course I'm blowing my horn like mad, but it doesn't matter, he still just comes over, literally forcing me off the road onto the shoulder/emergency breakdown lane!  Thank goodness there wasn't a broken down car or debris in this section, because I had to drive on the shoulder for several seconds (seemed like so much longer though) until I could get on the road again.  At this point the other driver is behind me.  I am convinced that there was no way the second time was an accident.  I really do think they forced me off the road on purpose.  I decide to call the police because this kind of driving could have easily killed me (and my cat!).  I slow down to try to get the other car to go around me so I can get their license plate #.  As they come up beside me in the middle lane, I see the passenger window is down.  I'm not proud of this part, but I rolled my window down and as they drew up alongside of me, I see that it's two men and they are SMIRKING at me!  I lose it even more and screamed some words at them that I can't repeat here.  They get in front of me, and I grab my cell phone to call the police.  Well, guess what...they don't have a regular license tag, it's a paper dealer tag so here they are driving around like lunatics in a brand new car!  At this point there is an exit ramp, which they conveniently get off on.  I don't know if that's where they were going to get off anyway or if they saw me with my cell phone and thought I might be calling the cops.  For a moment, I considered following them, not to confront them, but to at least get the make and model of the car to make a report.  The ONLY reason I didn't is because I had my cat with me, and I figured he had already been through enough that day.

I got home and called my BF, I was pretty much in hysterics and needless to say it took a while for me to calm down last night.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20797 on: May 02, 2013, 09:28:48 AM »
Ginger C's posting reminded me of the time a motorcycle pulled directly in front of my car.  I'm driving along and out of the corner of my right eye I see a motorcycle approaching the stop sign at the end of a little side street, then he just comes right out, directly in front of me.  I'm telling you, I was sure I was going to hit him.  He was so close I could clearly see his license plate (very small on bikes) and I don't even remember hitting the breaks.  I just layed on the horn,  screamed "Noooooooooo" and basically preparing myself for the impact, closed my eyes - there was no way I wanted to see what I was 100% sure was about to occur.  A moment passed, no impact, I opened my eyes to see him just tooling along as if that horrific almost-collision hadn't just happened.  And he then creeped along slowly for miles.  I was on my cell phone instantly to the police, describing the driver and bike and location.  After a few miles he happened to look back at me and then turned left onto another side street (without a blinker) and I told the dispatcher exactly where he was headed.  I didn't follow him though.  It was an absolutely sickening, horrifying, maddening situation and I was shaken about it for hours.  I still get a sick feeling in my gut when I talk about it.  I wonder if he didn't realize what had almost happened or if he just did not care.  And I am not in any way prejudice to motorcycle drivers.  We ride and a lot of our friends and family do too.  We also lost a dear grandfather because a driver slammed into him while out on his bike.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20798 on: May 02, 2013, 10:56:44 AM »
Yikes, Ginger! That would scare the bejaysus out  of me!
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20799 on: May 02, 2013, 11:06:06 AM »
A sighting of the SSMyConvenienceIsMoreImportantThanYourSafety

There is an interstate that runs through my area. At one of the major exits, a company builds a major retail/commercial/residential development. The intersection to get into that complex is busy a good deal of the day. For the traffic coming off the interstate, there is a long turn lane that can hold well over a dozen vehicles. But, during busy times, there may be cars sitting in the inside travel lane waiting to enter that turn lane. Cars in the travel lane have to stop and wait for people to move into the turn lane or go around them.

A week or so ago, I exited off the interstate with the intention of going to a place further down the road from this complex. I ended up in the inside travel lane, right next to the turn lane. Sure enough, there was a white SUV sitting partially in the turn lane and partially in the travel lane. It was far enough out, that I could not get around it without going into the other travel lane which was busy and not likely to happen. So, I wait until that SUV can get fully into the turn lane. A few other cars come up behind me as well. A short time after I stopped, the turn lane light goes green and the vehicles begin to slowly move forward.

Just as the car ahead of the white SUV moves forward, a blue car comes barrelling around me from the outside travel lane, crosses the travel lane I am in, and dodges in between the SUV and the car just ahead of it. It was basically a blur and it took my brain a second to realize this guy's move.

This was a split second before the SUV moved forward. A half-a-second later and the SUV, and possibly me, could have been involved in a bad accident. It scared me silly. Why would waiting a few seconds for the traffic to clear be so bad that you would risk your life and the lives of other people?


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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20800 on: May 02, 2013, 01:27:57 PM »
A few days ago, I took my mother with me to see my grandma who lives in assisted living in Northern Michigan - a 3 hour drive one way.  The drive was fairly pleasant with the exception of a few slow drivers in the left passing lanes and there are signs say keep right except to pass, and then the few drivers who had some near misses turning out of places in town when it was obvious that waiting 2 seconds for someone to drive by & things would be clear for them to make turns easier.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20801 on: May 02, 2013, 03:35:47 PM »
Am I being an SS?

I hurt my foot last night.  I can't drive because it's my left foot and I drive a stick.  I can barely walk and can't wiggle my toes at all.  I want to go to the doctor but I need somebody to drive me.  My mother said she'd drive me, but all day she's had some excuse or another.  First she wanted to get some housework done, then it was lunch time, then she had a non-critical conference call, and now she's driving somebody to the airport.  The last one I sort of understand.  My cousin's daughter's (let's call her Ana) husband was supposed to be flying in today.  Ana's uncle (other side of the family) went to pick him up.  He couldn't find the husband.  The flight came in okay, but the airline won't release any information over the phone as to whether or not the husband was on the plane.  Ana doesn't have a car. Ana has lots of other friends that could take her, they just don't want to.  I'm quite miffed that I rank this low on my mother's priority list.  With my mother out of the house, my father, who's been violently ill with a bad stomach bug will have to put the three youngest kids in the car, drive me there, drop me off, come home, watch all 4 kids, then come back when I'm done.  Because of the hour, since all sorts of other things were more important earlier in the day, I now have to go to the ER instead of a regular doctor.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20802 on: May 02, 2013, 03:48:07 PM »
Would calling a cab be an option?

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20803 on: May 02, 2013, 03:50:30 PM »
No, you don't qualify as an SS. 

I think your feelings are hurting as much as your foot right now and I don't blame you.  Foot injuries should get priority over housework and even lunch. 

I know it won't make your foot feel better, but are you accepting hugs anyway?  If so ((((  mmswm  ))))

If I were there, I'd drive you.  :(

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #20804 on: May 02, 2013, 03:57:45 PM »
Fun fun elevator times!

We're on vacation in DC, and we've spent quite a bit of time at the Smithsonian museums.  Us and ten thousand of our nation's most exuberant schoolchildren.  Since Bittybartfast is in her stroller, we need to use the elevators.  And since there is obviously nothing of interest in these fantastic museums for schoolchildren to see, a significant number of them entertain themselves by riding the elevators up and down (eschewing the conveniently-placed stairs and escalators), standing around in large groups in front of the elevator doors so no one can get off or on, pushing the emergency call buttons inside the elevators to make the alarms go off and giggling about it, etc.  I have to wonder where they're from, if an elevator is the most exciting thing they can think of to see while on their field trip!