Your habits and quirks

How is that connected?

You think not obeying laws is IN the blood on our streets?

I hate to scare you...but I do wonder if you have ever shared with a person who took the tags off mattresses?

Thomas - I figured there was some glitch, but I didn't figure you were pro-slavery. Yes, I was approving of his championing the abolitionist movement.

This is a wallet:





It can also go inside a handbag.


Actually, purses are disappearing. Women used to use purses, and men wallets.

Now we almost all seem to use wallets.

Do you spray things off of your driveway with a hosepipe?

dlowan wrote:

How is that connected?

You think not obeying laws is IN the blood on our streets?

I am insinuating that reckless disregard for the law, which prevents blood on the streets, is to be expected among the kind of folk who gets sent to penal colony. And their offspring, of course

dlowan wrote:

I hate to scare you...but I do wonder if you have ever shared with a person who took the tags off mattresses?

I'm sorry, but I'm not getting it. This is supposed to be scary because ...?

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Because it's illegal!!!!!


:wink:

Do you believe in Lamarckian evolution? My ancestors were not convicts, so I am wondering if you think that illegal behaviour has developed in folk such as me because our ancestors rubbed shoulders with convicts?

I didn't think they had convicts in Adelaide?

now here....................it's where they all started

littlek wrote:

Hey, when in Rome......

Well, you didn't feed me to the lions, I do give you that.

Actually, now that I think of that walk, I remember another one of my quirks that we ran into on this occasion. Maybe you have noticed. In conversation, I sometimes fall into a mode where I'm totally anal about taking statements literally, and where I always assume people are giving me new, important information. When I'm talking shop with fellow physicists or engineers, this mode of talking can help me a lot. But when I fall into it in casual conversation, something in my head locks, and I totally freeze up.

This happened to me towards the end of our walk in the park, when we were talking about the monuments in it. I remarked how I never seem to know the people whose memory they were built to preserve. You were friendly enough to counter that I did know George Washington. Then we passed a statue of some 19th century person whose insciption called him a "prophet of liberty, campaigner against slavery" or something like that. I said, "I have no idea who this guy is, though". You replied, "I approve of him though." "You mean, you know him?" "No I don't, but I approve of him." Now it happened to me. Physicist shop-talking mode. My mind was racing: "Is Kris telling me she's anti-slavery? Is she thinking this is news to me? Does ... not ... compute. Does ... not ... compute ... does ... not .... Oh, what the hell, just say something, anything, to keep the conversation going." So I said something, don't remember what.

So, if you came away from our walk with the impression that I'm pro-slavery, this is where it came from.

It took me a couple of episodes to "get" the gravy thing on The Sopranos.


And they leave off lots of endings...ricotta becomes ricott etc.


Now we almost all seem to use wallets.

Gala wrote:

margo wrote:

Supermarket trolleys are notoriously unreliable. You could just ram someone - then apologise profusely - along the lines of - my trolley just took off - I don't know what got into it!

You guys call shopping carts trolleys? i think I might start a new thread with this...

Oh my yes. AND what you call "trunks" we call "boots".

And just don't ASK about "fanny".


"Sidewalks" are footpaths.

Purses are things that go in handbags...which you call purses. I have no idea what you call a purse.

I had a diabolical trolley tonight. Grrrrrrrrr....

Yep - we call them "boots" too - trunks are what boys wear to go swimming in. The front of the car is called a "bonnet" not a hood. We use a gear stick!

Sidewalks are "pavements" but footpaths are paths in the country!

Purses hold money - and go in handbags. Handbags can be attached to trolleys in the supermaket - and dontya hate it too when you get one with a squeaky wheel and everyone can hear you coming from the other side of the aisle. And the darned squeaky wheel won't turn properly so you end up having to lift one side of the trolley to go round the corner. (can you tell trolleys wind me up!)

I have to "salute" a magpie and say the rhyme...
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told

Drives me nuts as I see loads of magpies.... but have to do it.

No walking under ladders and never ever put your shoes on a table. EVER. All cupboards and wardrobe doors must be closed when I go to bed (cupboard monsters syndrome after watching Jaws come out of the wardrobe on the train in the James Bond Movie "The Spy Who Loved Me"!

Always say I love you when my kid walks out the door to go anywhere.



As for FANNY PACKS - well, when we first moved to the US - a lady turned round to my ex-hub one day and said "Would you pass my fanny pack please" - he was mortified - bright red with embarrassment and a little flabbergasted.










Here endeth some of the quirks of Iz.