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Ridiculous 2009 Predictions: Evil Queen will beat Martha Stewart to death with a muffin pan. All hail Evil Queen! (Some things don't need elaboration.....) -- Jester
Ridiculous 2010 Predictions: Evil Queen, after escaping prison for last years prediction, goes out and waffle irons Rachel Ray to death. -- SG15Z
Ridiculous 2011 Prediction: Evil Queen will beat Gordon Ramsay over the head with a cast-iron skillet. -- FireHeart
Ridiculous 2009 Predictions: Evil Queen will beat Martha Stewart to death with a muffin pan. All hail Evil Queen! (Some things don't need elaboration.....) -- Jester
Ridiculous 2010 Predictions: Evil Queen, after escaping prison for last years prediction, goes out and waffle irons Rachel Ray to death. -- SG15Z
Ridiculous 2011 Prediction: Evil Queen will beat Gordon Ramsay over the head with a cast-iron skillet. -- FireHeart
I have had the restaurant equivalent, where people complain if their food gets to their table too quickly.
Now, I do understand if they have an appetizer and are still working on it, and the main course comes really quickly....I get that, I do.
But I have had people who ordered just one course get upset with me when it gets there very quickly. Now, at The Bar we have one of the best kitchens I've EVER worked with, and the food usually flies out of there, sometimes even faster than I expect....and yet always perfectly cooked, not undercooked or raw or anything. They're just GOOD.
Most people are thrilled, albeit a bit surprised or shocked ("That was FAST!"), but a few have actually complained.
Then there is the opposite version, people who ask where their food is when it's been about a minute or two since I took their order. I'm sorry, kids, we do have to COOK it, ya know!
More proof that some people really are fucking idiots.
My husband and I took a flight down to San Jose (from Portland), we were lucky and had a tail wind ... took us an hour and a half to get there ... that was pretty rockin ... We even had to wait for our ride to come pick us up.
Then a few years later ... we took a train to Sacramento (from the Kelso station) .... it was approximately a 15 hour trip, on the way back was even worse because of a 4 hour delay getting the train North, back up to Sacramento - because the train had hit and killed a person. Possibly, the unhappiest four hours of my life (this is around four a.m., trying to sleep was definitely a no-go, plus it was in the winter, so the station was FREEZING).
Another year or so later ... we drove down to L.A. with my sister and her family ... took us just as long ... about 16 - 20 hours -- a straight run ... nonstop. My sister and her husband hardly took breaks ... they were animals I tell you. I actually got somewhat physically sick from taking that trip.
So .... umm... yeah ... 20 minutes to wait? That's NOTHING.
I did once take an evening train journey from Northwest England to London, in order to catch an early-morning flight. This was in winter, and there had just been a huge storm (by British standards) which had knocked down overhead wires in several places. I'd taken the last train with any connection to London transport systems that evening, so I was fairly relaxed.
The train was delayed by a whole three hours, inching it's way past the multiple engineering teams struggling with the wires, possibly after crossing to the only cleared track. This was a line that was normaly electrified throughout, but a diesel locomotive had been substituted to cope with the emergency.
It actually worked out quite well. I got to spend an extra three hours in the relative comfort of the train (compared to the airport), and since the Tube had stopped running by the time we arrived, a steady stream of taxis arrived (on the railway's dime), so I got to ride one all the way to the airport instead of having to negotiate London's chaotic transport system.
This reminded me of something that happened on my last trip to see the relatives. A preschool-age boy and his mother were in the row in front of us, and when we landed the mother said it was time to get off the plane and go to their car. The kid almost threw a fit. He didn't want to go in the car! He thought they were going to be home, already! The plane was supposed to take them home, not to the car! And dangit, he wasn't leaving the plane until it took him home!
It doesn't rise to the level of sucky, since he was young enough to actually believe that airplanes would provide door-to-door service, and was obviously very, very tired. It was actually kind of cute.
Random Doctor Who quote:
"I'm sorry about your coccyx, too, Miss Grant."
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