“It Comes In PINTS?”


Now they’re messing with the Holy Water. According to this article, there are some drinking establishments out there that are trying to get away with selling 14 ounce “pints” of beer.

As someone who works in the metrology industry, I’m here to tell you that that’s just WRONG. Anyone who passed the 3rd grade can tell you that a pint is 16 ounces. And if you sell a “pint”, it should be 16 ounces. No discussion necessary. Or allowed.


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Sis and I had lunch today at Woody’s Sports Tavern. I mentioned them before in my Favorite Sandwiches post, and honored them with the #1 position on my list of favorites.

Of course, that’s what I had today. My check is below – check it out. Take your time, I’ll wait.

Notice anything flaky about this bill?

I realize that things have changed since the days when we had to chisel our arithmetic homework onto granite slabs, but I’d be willing to bet that $9.50 + $0.74 = $10.24, and not $10.43.

Being somewhat attached to whatever money Uncle Sam and his cronies see fit to leave me after I pay my taxes, I questioned the server about the apparent error on my bill. It turns out that Woody’s has recently started adding a 2% fuel surcharge to all their bills, to cover the additional costs they incur from their food vendors, who are charging them a fuel surcharge.

On the surface, I have no problem with that. I understand that all cost increases are passed along to the consumer – that’s Econ. 101 at it’s finest. What I do have a problem with is them not printing it on the bill. They seem to be operating under the fallacy that their customers can’t handle simple arithmetic, and will never notice that the bill doesn’t add up.

And what really frosted my cookies was that as I was leaving to come back to work, I saw the owner’s (identified by it’s WOODY’S #1 license plate) Cadillac Escalade parked in the lot. Exactly whose fuel costs is the surcharge covering?

“Ammo and students don’t mix”

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In conflict with North Carolina law, which allows firearms education in the public schools, a Wake County principal has canceled his school’s participation in a marksmanship tournament for which the school’s Rifle Team has been practicing and preparing for months. He did so with no notice to the team; the event will be over before they can appeal his decision. His reason? “Ammo and students don’t mix”.

Never mind that the school has participated in this same event for the past 22 years, along with close to 2,000 other middle and high school age shooters from across the state. Never mind that the decision conflicts with state law. Never mind that the event is sponsored by the N.C. Wildlife Resources Commission (a state agency) and supervised by adults who are certified in firearms safety.

The only part of this story that warmed my heart was learning that the team has been coached for the past 22 years by a woman: Janet Harris also teaches Hunter Education and is the advisor to the FFA club who sponsors the team. There are too few women shooters; having her in this position will (hopefully) encourage the female students to learn to shoot.

You can read the full article here.

It could happen to anyone

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These contractors are installing the steel pillars in concrete to stop vehicles from parking on the pavement outside a Sports Bar downtown. They are now in the process of cleaning up at the end of the day and anxious to go home. More

Raining Cats and Dogs?

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black-rain.jpgLord, thank you for the much-needed rain shower you sent yesterday while I was on my way home from work.  With the recent drought we so desperately need the rain, and I have no problem driving in a rainstorm.  For that matter, I don’t mind the occasional squirrel or possum running into my path while I’m driving.  But Lord, please don’t fling any more deer at me.

Thanks for listening,

MorningGlory’s Little Sister 

The Incompetence of Civil Servants


Those of you not in the mood for a rant, stop reading now.  I’m so angry I could spit.

First, some quick background.  The county in which I live, (Lee County, North Carolina), sends out separate tax bills for real property and personal property.  For those of you unfamiliar with this particular form of extortion, personal property such as cars, boats, trailers, and even livestock are taxed in North Carolina.  It’s not enough that you pay sales tax when you buy them, and use tax when you register them; you have to pay personal property tax JUST FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF OWNING THEM.

But I digress.  In late August, I received three tax bills from Lee County:  one for my car (personal property); one for my house (a double-wide mobile home, also considered to be personal property despite having the wheels and tongue removed, and being permanently attached to a brick foundation…another rant for another day); and one for my land (real property).

Taxes on personal property are due on or before October 1; after that date they accrue interest and penalties at a rate that can only be called usury.  Taxes on real property are due on or before January 5; ditto for the penalties and interest.

In order to simplify matters for the bimbos who work at the tax department, I sat down and wrote three separate checks, each for the amount of one of the bills.  On each check, I indicated the account number (all different, why is beyond me) and the invoice number of the bill I was paying.  I detached the perforated remittance advice from the bottom of each bill, paper-clipped it to the check that was to pay it, and then I screwed up.  I put all three checks into the same envelope, and mailed them together.

Yesterday, I received statements in the mail from my friends, the bimbos.  The statement for the account taxing my real property shows a rather large credit balance … seems I won’t have to pay real property taxes for a couple of years.  The statements for the two accounts taxing my personal property, on the other hand, are both showing as PAST DUE, and have accrued INTEREST and PENALTIES, accordingly.

What do I have to do?  Draw them a fucking PICTURE?  Tomorrow is Columbus Day, aka bimbo’s day off, so I won’t be able to do anything until Tuesday.  I will attempt to clear this up on Tuesday over the phone.  I swear, if I have to take time off of work to go down there and teach these idiots how to fucking READ, heads will roll.

Three checks.  Three remittance stubs.  Three accounts.  That’s not hard, is it?

Stupid bimbos.

‘Snot Fair!

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Ever been to a Flea Market?  How about a Snot Fair?

Here’s one for the “Snot Fair” category…

house.jpgFor several years (7 and counting), my sister and I have had a Tuesday Night Ritual.  She comes to my house for dinner (without kids, grandkids, pets, etc.).  We eat a leisurely supper, and settle in to watch Gilmore Girls at 8:00.  For thegg121.jpg past two years, we have followed this up with House, at 9:00.  We thoroughly enjoy both shows.  I can honestly say that these are the only two shows on television that I almost never miss.  Something pretty drastic has to happen in order for me to not be in front of the tube on Tuesday nights.

Beginning tonight, House has been moved to 8:00.  Opposite Gilmore Girls.  SNOT FAIR!

I intend to record House while we watch Gilmore Girls, then at 9:00 we’ll watch the tape of House.  But it really frosts my cookies to have to do this.  Alas, this is the final season of Gilmore Girls anyway, so starting next season we’ll be able to watch House as it’s aired.