I love a big slimy pile of sauteed spinach with lots of garlic!

I can see how that would be oddly comforting. Shitty criminals failing spectacularly to get away with it.

Oysters got me too. I went to the ER thinking my appendix was bursting because the stomach cramps were so painful.

I still like the slippy little bastards, but I’m very cautious about where and when I order them now.

My great aunt was named Ute, I’ve never seen anyone else (in the US at least) with that name.

Tacky

When your pilates instructor catches you moving a body

BAYBAY!

Carbon’s got to be heart, right?

Do you face the wall?

Asking the real questions.

He’s the token white dude!

Hmm, space is a little different because so many products are one-offs. It’s hard to design checklists and detailed procedures when you’re making what are essentially prototypes each time. So you make more general processes and then your engineers apply them as needed to each unique build. It can end up looking like a bit of a mess. Space builds rely a lot on expert techs, good modular documentation, and multiple layers of engineering oversight because things change along the way and you can’t always plan for it.

I’m a process engineer at a different aerospace company. I standardize as much as I can and work hard to make instructions clear but man it’s a struggle. Boeing’s space group needs to pay people enough to retain good talent, because they’re all making decisions all day long.

My impulse would be to say something like, “excuse me, but the gentleman behind me is still waiting in line!” in a loud enough voice to draw a bit of attention. Gives the cashier space to pretend they didn’t notice him while letting him know you noticed that shit and you’re not OK with it. Also gives other cashiers and patrons nearby the opportunity to be cool and let him jump in line or help him on another lane. As long as it’s focused on the rude behavior of closing a lane without ringing up everyone in the queue, hopefully not too embarrassing for the poor dude behind you.

That cashier was a fucking dickhead. Not your fault you didn’t react in the heat of the moment, that would catch me off guard too!

They said 90%, your mom was just part of the lucky 10%!

A bay is a broad inlet of the sea where the land curves inward.