What temperature is your AC set to?

[JuanHamm]

if the burger doesn’t come with mayo, what’s the point of telling me it doesn’t come with mayo if I already don’t want it?

and tree, I think you’re giving the server too much credit. I doubt very much she is educating me so the next time I come to the restaurant in two years I’ll have learned my lesson not to engage in verboten colloquy about mayo.

yeah you're right.. she should just keep her stupid trapper shut and say "yes sir" if anything at all

Glad we're all on the same page

[JuanHamm]

75

[Chris_H_2]

72

[tree_]

you could've just been like, "oh ok, thanks for letting me know. that's good, cause we really don't like mayo on our boogers!" and she could have said "did you say booger? that's funny!" and it would have been a positive encounter

[doug rr]

we do not have AC but if we did i'd set it in the mid 60s

[Mickey]

80 during the day. 72 at night.

[tree_]

but she might have just pretended to like your dumb booger joke for tip money.. so try not to get too full of yourself

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I'm with Chris. The server doesn't need to correct you.

I see it more as advising than correcting. Could depend on tone and delivery, but that’s a different discussion.

she was pretty dismissive.

Was she dismissive when she told you, or after your last reply?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

we do not have AC but if we did i'd set it in the mid 60s

No wonder you complain about the heat.

[spike]

why the hell do you guys like you houses so warm at night

I sleep hot, so love a cold bedroom. My wife is the opposite, so.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

we do not have AC but if we did i'd set it in the mid 60s

No wonder you complain about the heat.

i can't wait until we leave next month for the house swap...they keep their house at a constant 64..its heaven

[lennytheweedwhacker]

why the hell do you guys like you houses so warm at night

I roll around a lot and am prone to sweat, so on the cool end for me

[tree_]

if i were more affluent and didn't have a family, i'd probably keep it around 68 at night

[dad]

pretty sure we keep it at 68 at night, and i wear a parka to bed.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

if i were more affluent and didn't have a family, i'd probably keep it around 68 at night

Same

[doug rr]

i bet they wished they had AC in london and surrounding areas right now..

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I prefer sleeping in as little as possible, but I can rarely find the balance. If the cover comes off as I roll around I get cold. If I turn the air way down and wear more, I’m way too hot.

[tree_]

have you looked into one of those expensive sheets, blankets, or mattresses that adjust to your body temperature, etc?