Then you start CPR ASAP and then lower them.

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Not reading the thread, but I need to vent. My response to the OP:

Cisco certification testing. seriously, **** cisco, right in their trick questioning, vague score reporting asses. without lube.

People after they get their food in a drive thru sit there for a minute looking through it.

I hate flying out of my truck and landing on the gravel road and getting gravel stuck in my ass. That REALLY, REALLY gravels my ass.

But if you don't do that, how can you be sure that you got enough ketchup?

Sorry, that is a need. You always get ****ed at the drive thru.

True Story.

I wish i didn't have to look in the bag. I really do.

But when you don't look...that's when they forget to put your fries in.

If you are getting it to go, aren't you generally going home where you have your own ketchup?

I do quite a few powerpoint presentations in a year and the age range and type of audience varies. It's not an easy thing to do, informing and entertaining all audiences. Sometimes the material is just drier than Granny Clampets' lady parts and nothing you can do about it but hurry through it.

Dumbass sheltered Americans who rant about how America sucks.

I'll tell you what does gravel my ass lately.

The banking industry and loan processes have changed due to government regulations. Huge pain in the ass.

What else? Utility construction rebates. Most of them are impossible to meet by standards and are just a feel good piece of shit to include in a pamphlet for PR.

But home ketchup's not free. Ketchup tastes better when it's free.

HI

I know I've carped on this before, but I was walking to work yesterday morning and it happened again.

I'm walking north, and per societal conventions I'm walking on the right half of the sidewalk.

Coming toward me, a half-block away, is a woman headed south. However, she's walking on the left half from her perspective, so she's walking straight toward me.

I try to train these people to be aware of their surroundings, so I kept my lane. She kept walking toward me. I kept walking toward her. I moved more to the right until I was hugging the edge, but she was unintentionally doing the same thing.

40 feet.

30 feet. How can she not know that she's on the wrong side?

20 feet. No awareness at all that a collision is imminent.

We get about 15 feet from each other, and she gives me a withering look that says, "I'm an attractive female and you're in my way so move out of my way right now or there's no way we'll ever have sex if we suddenly find ourselves as the last two people on earth."

So I moved over, but I really didn't like it.

I looked back to see if she had truly learned her lesson or if she was just posturing to get me to move over, but I don't think she had any idea. She was still walking on the far left side of the sidewalk, as if nothing was wrong.

The Banks should go back to giving out loans to anyone who walks in, no questions asked.