What little things drive you completely up the wall....?

[Yvaine]

And don't forget all the terrible translations in bi-lingual menus (specially at tourist spots).

There's a place here--they actually have amazing food, but there's a language barrier, and I think in their zeal to not have mistakes on their menu, they ran it all through spell check. Which means it didn't catch wrong-homonym use. They sell "flower" tortillas and other things like that.

[Luci]

Can I be a specialist, correcting all the "Ceasar salads"?

(And, afterwards, eating them?)

If you promise not to ask what kind of dressing I want on it..........................yes, really.

[ladyknight1]

I have co-workers who request Caesar salads with ranch dressing all the time.

[EmmaJ.]

I have co-workers who request Caesar salads with ranch dressing all the time.

Me too - plus they ask for extra tomatoes, hold the cucumbers!   

[kckgirl]

I have co-workers who request Caesar salads with ranch dressing all the time.

Ooooooh. Ick!!!!

[BabyMama]

We should start our own businesses, afbluebelle. I've always wanted to go around to area restaurants and correct all the typos in their menus. Can't say we'd be a very popular place to do business with, but at least you and I would feel better! 

Sigh. Our regional company meeting was today. At least two major typos in the PowerPoint presentation (one was the logo of a nationwide organization, one was an exec misspelling a global retailer that we do business with; there were others but those were the two memorable ones), and one by the afternoon entertainment (category was "fruits/vegtables".)

Did I mention that I work for a publishing company?

[Shalamar]

Speaking of Caesar salads, I probably drove a server up the wall (or at least made her head hurt, which I realize is a different thread) once when I was in the U.S.  In case you don't know, there's a very popular Canadian drink called the Bloody Caesar - like a Bloody Mary, except it's made with Clamato instead of tomato juice.  It's my favorite, so I asked for "a Caesar" in a bar.    The server looked at me very strangely and said "We don't serve salads here.  This is a bar."  I sheepishly said "I'll have a rum and Coke, please."

[snowflake]

And don't forget all the terrible translations in bi-lingual menus (specially at tourist spots).

There's a place here--they actually have amazing food, but there's a language barrier, and I think in their zeal to not have mistakes on their menu, they ran it all through spell check. Which means it didn't catch wrong-homonym use. They sell "flower" tortillas and other things like that.

One of the best Argentinian restaurants I have eaten at claim to use "jam" in many of their savory dishes.  After being confused for a moment, I realized that "J" makes the "H" sound in Spanish.  I forgive them because their empanadas are beyond delicious.

[Piratelvr1121]

My mother took a few Italian courses and on more than one occasion when we'd go to Olive Garden, I'd say "Oh I think I'll try some of the ____" and she'd tell me the proper pronunciation of the dish.  When the waiter came around I'd ask for it as my mother pronounced it and the waiter would look at me perplexed. I'd pronounce the dish as I originally thought it was pronounced and then they'd get it. 

Truly, while knowing the proper pronunciation would help at a restaurant in Italy, I really don't expect a server at Olive Garden to know how it's pronounced unless they too have taken Italian. While they say the chefs are sent to workshops to learn how to cook new dishes, I can't imagine they'd send all their servers.

[ladyknight1]

One of the prospective students who completed our online card wrote his email as account@yajoo.com. It made me smile before I fixed it.

[Lorelei_Evil]

I have co-workers who request Caesar salads with ranch dressing all the time.

Ooooooh. Ick!!!!

Ick squared. 

[Dazi]

People stating "Muscle weighs more than fat". 

No, it doesn't. 5lbs of muscle and 5lbs of fat is still 5lbs.  One could say fat has more volume or muscle is more dense...or even, when comparing an identical volume of muscle and fat, muscle weighs more.

I hope I'm not the only one that is peeved by this.

[paige =^..^=]

People stating "Muscle weighs more than fat". 

No, it doesn't. 5lbs of muscle and 5lbs of fat is still 5lbs.  One could say fat has more volume or muscle is more dense...or even, when comparing an identical volume of muscle and fat, muscle weighs more.

I hope I'm not the only one that is peeved by this.

Heard the bolded line from a hospital's nutritionist.  My weight loss had plateaued then started going back up again; in her perky pep talk, she said I was not gaining weight (even though the numbers on the scale went up), I was only gaining muscle.  I had no idea what to say to that. Weight gain is weight gain, and this is not good news.

No, not doing any weight training, just dealing with a lot of crazy cravings and slowly nibbling the weight back on.  But she seemed happy with her own explanation so *shrugs*.

[Piratelvr1121]

When something hurts and I can't remember how it hurt.  After watching NCIS tonight I got up and all of a sudden the side of my knee hurt.  I was just sitting with my knees bent, no differently than usual.  *shrug*

And this one is minor and doesn't so much drive me up the wall but it's a quirk of a friends that bugs me from time to time.  She's about 20 years older than me so near the same age as my mother.  And there are some things, such as menopause or vision getting worse and other things that come with aging, which she'll say "I hope I'm still around when you have this to deal with."  I know she means well, as in "I want to be able to help you deal with it since I'm over and done with it and know what helps and how much it stinks."

She's healthy as a horse, though, and when I do half jokingly say "You better not be dying anytime soon!" She says "Oh I'll be around for a good while yet." I guess I just don't like being reminded that there will come a day she won't be reachable by phone, text or email anymore. 

[Adelaide]

I have this gray sweater dress that I spent $50 on. It fit me nicely in the store, hugged my curves in a flattering manner, and was generally pretty nice. I lose ten pounds and BAM!

It hangs like a sack. The part that used to sit at my waist now flares out awkwardly at my hips, since I don't have the love handles to support it anymore. I can't belt it, because when I do that the stupid thing enunciates the little bit of fat I still have around my hips and bunches up around the belt and looks weird.