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Wakrak:
Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
Degree of upset may depend on what type of wet you’re standing in.
Sometimes I just sit and think. Other times I just sit.
Wakrak:
Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
Take the socks off beforehand perhaps ????
😁
eracode:Wakrak: Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.Degree of upset may depend on what type of wet you’re standing in.
That's the problem like 'water' on the bathroom door knob you can never really know without forensic testing what you're dealing with.
Lizard1977:
People who favour "politeness" over "road rules.
I pulled up to a pedestrian crossing and waited for a gentleman who was waiting at the crossing. Instead of crossing though, he just smiled and waved for me to drive on. Annoyed, I did and in my rear-view mirror I watched as he strolled across.
I get that he thinks he's being kind or polite, but there is a reason we have road rules. It's to avoid confusion and miscommunication and ensure predictability and consistency. Particularly when it involves 2 tonnes of moving metal, confusion about intentions at an intersection can have fatal consequences.
I had already stopped. The traffic up ahead wasn't going anywhere so I wasn't being delayed by stopping at the pedestrian crossing like the law requires me to. And this gentleman wasn't walking slow or anything which might have caused him to hold me up longer than expected. There was no reason to throw out the rule book, except he clearly thought he was "doing me a favour." How about just following the rules like we are all supposed to do?
Worse still, these kinds of circumstances can go bad and you are the one at fault.
Packing at the very last minute, again, when I swore to myself this time all would be finalised a week before and it would be relaxing instead of chaotic. Suitcase seems decidedly smaller too.
Wakrak:
Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
I saw the post below (regarding traffic and etiquette) in this thread and initially thought it was a response to the above post:
“Worse still, these kinds of circumstances can go bad and you are the one at fault.”
It wasn’t - but I guess it could have been.
Sometimes I just sit and think. Other times I just sit.
sir1963:
Wakrak:
Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
Take the socks off beforehand perhaps ????
😁
…. or wear your gumboots when you’re visiting.
Sometimes I just sit and think. Other times I just sit.
gzt:
That's the problem like 'water' on the bathroom door knob you can never really know without forensic testing what you're dealing with.
Top Tip: Take off a sock and put it on your hand to open the door. Oh, hang on …
Sometimes I just sit and think. Other times I just sit.
Handsomedan: It's like COVID, except nobody cares that you have it and assume you have a cold and are being soft.
The problem in NZ is that people often say "I have the flu" when they just have a cold, so it's often treated as just a cold. In Europe and the US there's a more clear distinction and people know just how bad flu really is.
Given a choice between flu and Covid, I'd probably choose Covid.
Given a choice between flu, Covid, and Office365, I'd still choose Covid.
Wakrak:
Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
😄
You get to your partner's house. It's around 630pm. You talk about your day, make and have dinner, chill out on the couch, and then get a bit of an urge to go to the toilet. Your feet have been nicely tucked away in that warm pair of socks you own. You've bought your toiletry bag. Makes sense. But not a spare pair of socks. Someone had a shower an hour or two ago, but that's not something you've been thinking about.
By now it's around 730pm. You stride your way to the toilet. Open the door, turn the light on, looks dry, walk straight past the sink, and it happens.... straight into it. both socks. wet. soaked. spoiled. you're crying. thinking about how this happened just two days ago. Annoyed, you grab your phone and leave a comment on Geekzone.
Wakrak:
Going to my partner’s house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
There’s no better reason - time to take the plunge and move in together? Just not at your partner’s current abode. Your sock drawer can’t take the pressure. Unless it’s your partner who’s causing the problem - in which case seek drier pastures.
Sometimes I just sit and think. Other times I just sit.
Wakrak: You get to your partner's house. It's around 630pm. You talk about your day, make and have dinner, chill out on the couch, and then get a bit of an urge to go to the toilet. Your feet have been nicely tucked away in that warm pair of socks you own. You've bought your toiletry bag. Makes sense. But not a spare pair of socks. Someone had a shower an hour or two ago, but that's not something you've been thinking about.
To your left a tunnel slopes off into the darkness. There is a locked door to your right. You are carrying a lamp. You are carrying food. You are carrying a crumpled note.
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Wakrak:
Wakrak:
Going to my partners house (who lives with others) and getting wet socks when I walk into the bathroom.
😄
You get to your partner's house. It's around 630pm. You talk about your day, make and have dinner, chill out on the couch, and then get a bit of an urge to go to the toilet. Your feet have been nicely tucked away in that warm pair of socks you own. You've bought your toiletry bag. Makes sense. But not a spare pair of socks. Someone had a shower an hour or two ago, but that's not something you've been thinking about.
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By now it's around 7.30pm - and you’ve had quite a few. Busting, you make your way to the toilet. Open the door, try to turn the light on, struggle past the sink, loosen your strides - and it happens .... you let fly - straight onto both socks. Wet. Soaked. Spoiled. You're crying, thinking about how this happened just two days ago. Annoyed, you grab your phone and leave a comment on Geekzone.
Sometimes I just sit and think. Other times I just sit.
Maybe there needs to be a story thread where people contribute a sentence/paragraph each.
eracode:
By now it's around 7.30pm - and you’ve had quite a few. Busting, you make your way to the toilet. Open the door, try to turn the light on, struggle past the sink, loosen your strides - and it happens .... you let fly - straight onto both socks. Wet. Soaked. Spoiled. You're crying, thinking about how this happened just two days ago. Annoyed, you grab your phone and leave a comment on Geekzone.
What a piss-take.
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