mweh. Molenaar is the best. I’m not so much with frames. but then, I’m not gonna win any beauty pageants either.

RL loves the dunkin doughnuts.

With that said-

I have said over and over and over again, that if you have a few extra pounds 10, 20, WHATEVER, people feel like they can say whatthefuckever to you. 

It’s rude and obnoxious.

I wish I had been there to deal with that piece of asscheese.

I think I would have offered him one to cram in his cake hole!

Yeah, total asscheese is right.
Why some folks think they can blurt anything they want with no consideration whatsoever towards anyone IS a mystery.
It all comes back around, right? I hope.
You gotta post a pic of those frames, please (um, with you wearing them, yep) =)

I had a woman in our office once tell me (after I snagged a mini reeses from a community bowl of candy) “put that down, you don’t need it”. I said “when you begin to pay for my food you can decide what I eat” she turned to look at me and i gave her a look which she later told me made her piss herself a little bit.

Assholes. It’s not as if dealing with being overweight is easy to begin with, add in a couple retards like that and it just ruins your day.

Remind him, next time you see him: If you diet, you could slim down. He will ALLWAYS be an asshole.

Trying to keep it healthy? How about NOT supplying the damn doughnuts then. Like healthy and Northwest Indiana have anything to do with each other anyway. Might as well eat what you want, it may help you digest the chewable air and glowing produce.

A few summers back I ended up spending a lot of time at various public events with the crowd I ran with at that time (mostly my roommate’s friends, all BMW fanatics).  This resulted in many occasions where someone wanting to get my attention or reference me in conversation without bothering to ask for or remember my name.  In most cases, the moniker assigned to me was simply “Big Guy”.

Now, I don’t consider myself that big.  Sure, I’m 5’10” and 240, but when it comes down to it, I’m hefty, but I’m nowhere near a candidate for the next “The Biggest Loser”.  I don’t get winded walking up stairs or getting out of my car.  Still, these people felt the need to draw attention to my weight in informal conversation.  As if “Big Guy” was as acceptable as “Sport” or “Chief”, both of which are fat-neutral (though the latter could be considered defamatory toward Native Americans).

So I swore one day that the next person to call me “Big Guy” was going to get a mouth full of fist.  Those who know me know this was never carried through, but just the fact that I was driven to that conclusion is unsettling enough.

Some people have no regard for how their “innocent” comment can affect someone so profoundly.  The strategy I use these days is to turn it on them.

To the ticket taker at the county fair:  “I’m doing fine, Toothless Drunk Guy.”

To the woman at the mall:  “Pardon me, Bad Parent Woman.”

To the guy behind the counter at the fast food restaurant: “I’ll have the #4 with a Coke, Minimum Wage Boy.”

To a girl I met once in NWI that loved the “N” word: “I have a problem with you using that word, White Trash Girl.”

That usually shuts them up.  That or “WHAT did you call me?!?!?” with an insane stare.

Methods not recommended for use in a bar,
Dix

Tara, be careful what you say about northwest indiana. I will put my produce and it’s quiality up against any. And the air quality in northwest indiana, is much better than in many areas of, say, California.

I’m pretty sure Tara’s an NWI homie, but I live in Sunny San Diego, where the smog just rolls out to sea. 

LA this past weekend, not so good.  They ought to condemn the San Fernando Valley… the air was visibly brown.

I went to highschool there, up in the hills, right at the smog layer.  I joke that I didn’t take up smoking as a teenager because I was already getting a pack a day.  We had one guy on our water polo team who was asthmatic… he was always reaching for his inhaler.

Ah, the immortal words of Tom Lehrer:
http://www.guntheranderson.com/v/data/pollutio.htm

If the hoods don’t get you the monoxide will,
Dix

Og,

Having grown up near the Wheeler Landfill and seen produce grow bigger than my head (not to mention the overwhelming prevalence of cancer in that area), I stand by my earlier comment. While your produce may indeed be fantastic, I’ve seen a lot that’s not. As for the air quality, all I know is that when I vacation elsewhere (say Florida) I can be blissfully allergy-free. As soon as I come home, I’m a sneezing, congested mess.

I don’t fault any one source or person for any of this. It just is, in NWI. I’d also be the first to defend the mills that chunk up the air. since my father’s been there more than 30 years.

I think you’d find your allergies have much more to do with non-pollution related pollen. If there was enough of any other pollutant or irritant in the area, everyone here would already be dead.  And the overwhelming prevalance of cancer in a specific area does not mean that all of NWI is polluted. Period. It’s all anecdotal data. It’s like saying nobody should go to Niagra because of Love Canal. I have been in just about every state in the union, I took my machinist’s apprenticeship at Inland Steel. It may not be paradise, and I’ll be the first to tell anyone that, but it’s not the shithole that everyone makes it out to be.

Did Jelly Donut boy realize he shouldn’t pick fights with people who buy ink by the barrel?  My comment was just as cliche as those who want to always nickname everyone.

I’ll sign off now, Chief!

Ok, Chris? You DO know you’re talking to someone who DOES nickname everyone and everything, even her cats, right?

That being said, jelly jerk-off and I have a long history of me being in the press and him being an assface. Unfortuantely, since things are going so well with the airport right now, any negative public comment from me would guarantee my getting canned as a reporter for the P-T.

Next time you go to the airport, take two donuts, and tell him your bringing one back for me