Kevin's Watch

i hate the looks the staff gives me at the doctor's office when i steal the pens. meanwhile some drug rep is dropping off a dozen more pens. and clocks and etc.

Old people in the supermarket who decide to put their trolleys side by side and chat for half an hour, blocking the entire breadth of the aisle for the duration. I'll cut you some slack in most things because you're elderly, but advanced age is no excuse for being an ignorant git.

I don't know, I think when I'm 80, I'll probably do stuff just to irritate all the whipper snappers in their 20's who think they never have enough time. I figure when I'm that old, and death is rushing up to meet me, I should spend what time I have left doing whatever I please. But on some level, I agree with you, there should be certain levels of courtesy observed.

When you're in your 80s, feel free to obstruct aisles in supermarkets, but be aware that you're taking the risk of being struck with a baguette or small polythene bag of Maris Pipers.

Maris Pipers?

And Sarge. . . most doctor offices are happy to give you pens if you ask. I suspect that they look at you the way they do because they find taking without asking to be poor manners. Just my opinion, though.

You may be right, they usually have so many, that they've never hesitated to give me one if I asked. But I suspect they keep the nicer ones hidden from public view anyway.

We had a provider (psychiatric nurse practitioner) and we never hesitated to give them out. But yes, the nicer things often got reserved. I have some really nice things (like a gel wristpad and a clock/calculator/sticky note holder) that were given to staff.

Those were great, best thing I ever got from a rep was a handy little measuring tape, which was great for measuring the progress of healing surgical wounds.

That does sound handy. I worked in case management, and we didn't get nearly the amount of "swag" that the offices that had full time psychiatrists did. However, when I left I had more than 30 different cool pens.

I work at a hospital now, but we don't get the really cool stuff. . . probably because we're temporary employees.

Yeah, I was lucky, even though I worked at a hospital, it was small, and the doctor's office was right across the street, most of our docs, would bring stuff in for us sometimes, either that or their nurses, also worked part time at the hospital. Either way, small towns, we all knew each other.

thefirst wrote:Maris Pipers?

Ah! They're potatoes!

www.britishpotatoes.co.uk/maris-piper/

Sez here that Maris Pipers are excellent for chips. I guess those would be french fries, in American.

aliantha wrote:

thefirst wrote:Maris Pipers?

Ah! They're potatoes!

www.britishpotatoes.co.uk/maris-piper/

Sez here that Maris Pipers are excellent for chips. I guess those would be french fries, in American.

Thank you Ali, I had given up on anyone answering that one, and too lazy to do the research myself, so Thank you

Sorry, I would have explained about Maris Pipers earlier, but I haven't been on the Watch the last couple of days. I didn't realise they were 'British potatoes' though.

That's ok, I didn't realize there was a difference in nationality of a potato either. But then I've always thought it strange that a garbage can becomes a "bin" when crosses the ocean to the UK, or vice versa.

Then let's not even mention car parks, or having to fetch something from the boot...
What sort of cultural war has been fought and won when a British accent that falls on American ears sounds magically more dignified? Do other countries experience this?

dw

I think that most people are somewhat fascinated by the accents of people from other countries

Wyldewode wrote:

And Sarge. . . most doctor offices are happy to give you pens if you ask. I suspect that they look at you the way they do because they find taking without asking to be poor manners. Just my opinion, though.

my way of sticking it to the man.

parents who never call you complaining that you never call them.

Esmer wrote:parents who never call you complaining that you never call them.

Amen, brother.