Lawyer, likes to read, especially crime novels.
It’s the need for precision that throws some people off. Cooking—as in, making a meal—is a lot less precise. I’ve been given loads of recipes for mains that have instructions like “throw in a pinch of rosemary” or “add mayonnaise until it looks right” (no, I did not make up that second one). There’s a lot of flexibility in say, a pot of chili. There is little to no flexibility in a loaf of bread. You do it right or the chemical reactions don’t work and then you have a fragrant brick on your hands. I thrive on structure, so I bake really well, but I find cooking frustrating. But I know a lot of people who find the exacting nature of baking a struggle. They cook well, but can’t bake worth a darn. It’s all about personality really.
Go buy a pie. Problem solved.
They could, but they won’t. We aren’t talking about federal officials who spend the bulk of their time in DC. We’re talking about local politicians, who have to live and work in the communities they would be screwing over. All this stuff is public record. The citizens would know within hours who exactly help orchestrate the fraud. I find it hard to believe that many people will be lining up to ruin their own lives for the sake of keeping one nut job they’ve never even met in office. Talk is cheap, follow through would cost them everything. Not going to happen.
As the mother of four cats and two toddlers, I can confirm that this is true for felines and human children.
You’ve only been scammed if the meal is not what you said you were looking for. I’ve got a friend with a restaurant. I send everyone there because his food is freaking fabulous. I’ve never heard anything but glowing reports from my referrals.
It’s not that I mind the dentist, it’s the sound that reverberates in my skull when they do anything to my teeth that bugs me. Literally curls my toes sometimes. If there was a way to block the sound (impossible, I know, since it’s actually happening inside my head) I wouldn’t mind at all.
We have a membership to the community pool and we have a collection of towels that are specifically “pool towels.” Kind of weird that they have their own pool but no “pool towels.” Or maybe I’m the weird one. That’s entirely possible.
You beat me to it <3
Funny you should say that because I remember some celebrity a few years back said something about taking a shower with her toddler son and people lost their freaking minds. “Omg your son saw your girl bits!” and the like.