Things you have an irrational hatred of

[E.H. Ruddock]

We were on an AirFrance flight from Amsterdam to Vienna, and the egg salad/smoked salmon sandwich was so delicious. Seems like it would be easy to replicate but alas, I have been unable to.

[VinylGuy]

AirFrance food kinda sucked last year. But Aerolineas Argentinas had great stuff on my trip to Colombia.

[bodysnatcher]

We were on an AirFrance flight from Amsterdam to Vienna, and the egg salad/smoked salmon sandwich was so delicious. Seems like it would be easy to replicate but alas, I have been unable to.

Have you tried making it and then eating it at 30,000 feet?

[E.H. Ruddock]

The missing ingredient!

[Higgs]

We were on an AirFrance flight from Amsterdam to Vienna, and the egg salad/smoked salmon sandwich was so delicious. Seems like it would be easy to replicate but alas, I have been unable to.

I want to eat this.

[Ello Sailor]

[doug rr]

when you cant find the place on a roll of packing tape where it starts

[lennytheweedwhacker]

when you cant find the place on a roll of packing tape where it starts

[Bammer]

Meetings

[coptheriotact]

when you cant find the place on a roll of packing tape where it starts

I have this issue frequently at work. sometimes i use a box cutter to find where it starts and inadvertently cut through a few layers of inner tape, which will cause future agitation for other colleagues/me again.

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

Porsche SUVs

[tommy]

Porsche SUVs

Me too. Why do you hate them?

[BurtReynolds]

It seems blasphemous to turn a Porsche into a family vehicle.

[tommy]

It seems blasphemous to turn a Porsche into a family vehicle.

Indeed. I feel the same way about that electric mustang suv. Those three words simply don't belong together.

[BurtReynolds]

I'd be embarrassed to be seen in public driving that!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Playing golf.

[BurtReynolds]

A nearby cafe that doesn't open until 9am.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I'm not sure where it started, I think with the phrase "let your freak flag fly", but now people substitute anything in for "freak". "let your dance flag fly". "let your happy flag fly". "let your confidence flag fly". Hurry comet.

[spike]

ruddo letting his irrational hatred flag fly