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Oh yes. They do. (They love us at the Tims where MrsPye works, because every weekend we come in with all her tip money from the week, rolled up, and will happily accept larger bills ($20 and up). It apparently comes in handy because the bank isn't open and they like having more change available. It also makes me

That's a good point about laundry (I used to use them as bus fare, but now I can recharge my Opus card at a place within walking distance) but still, I do pay cash, and I do accumulate loonies/twonies in my pocket or bag.

Your definition and my wife's are similar. I have a looser definition of "fight," and so in my mind, we've had a lot more fights than she thinks we've had. She thinks we've had "disagreements" and "arguments." In my mind, "arguments [that aren't purely recreational, like our long-running argument over the abuse of the

I was in the top thread, too. Since that point, I asked MrsPye about how often we fight. She confirmed that yes, to her mind, we have had exactly one fight in 7 years. I can come up with at least six in the past month, by my definition, which is pretty similar to yours. If I get snippy, or she cries, it's definitely a

Not to mention that the definition of "fight" can vary. MrsPye says that we have had one fight in the 7 years we've been together. I say we've had...way more than that. But because only one of them involved screaming and yelling and someone (me—in hindsight, I should have realized that it was Cymbalta withdrawal, but

I rarely do carry around ten loonies. I always pay cash, for everything but my hydro and internet bills (those come out of the bank account directly). (We even pay the rent in cash. We have no checks.) Most smaller businesses—depanneurs, Tims, fast food, etc.—if you ask them *when you are making a purchase*—seem

That sounds like my ex. When we were raising a toddler (her brother's kids lived with us, for Complicated Reasons), the three-year-old ate a wider range of foods than she would—at least as long as we let him put ketchup on them.

I said this to someone else, but I'll tell you, too: I was in a relationship with a very picky eater for five years. (She really did eat "like a toddler"—basically, if you wouldn't find it on the kid's menu in a chain restaurant, she wasn't touching it. It didn't seem to be a sensory issue with her as much as it was

I lived with a seriously picky eater for five years. It was not a problem until the end, when she stopped allowing me to buy/make food for myself that she wouldn't eat. And obviously, the food wasn't the problem, the fact that she was abusive and controlling was.

We also sometimes wound up at McDonalds during the lunch rush (limited choices in that town). This was back when McDs still used beef tallow to fry their fries (actually, looking it up, it was a couple of years after they stopped, but I don't think either of us was aware of the change). She would order fries,

It's your wedding. Do what you want. I honestly don't care. My comment was on the general Mason-jar craze, and on how, when you grew up drinking out of jars out of necessity, it can be hard to understand why people—including people who are doing this *at home* and who already own drinking glasses—would want to emulate

Tim Hortons does too. You can get multiple "creams" and "sugars," and they'll even do a half sugar or half cream for you (it's easier for them to do with the larger sizes of cups, but they can do it with a small too), so you can still get your coffee pretty much how you want it.

How could they have been more compassionate? They gave him what he ordered. Yes, they made some suggestions, but they did give him what he ordered, every time he came in. And autism spectrum disorder or not (and I'm on the spectrum myself), he's a grown man yelling at restaurant staff. That's not acceptable. Ever.

Though if you go over 4 creams, expect your coffee to be cold—4 creams is half the cup filled with cream.

I worked in a Denny's for a few years, and we could serve basted eggs. Even my cook who used to just arbitrarily remove half the menu items (sorry, all my former customers—we really did have nachos, but Johnny wouldn't make them) because he didn't feel like cooking them and there was nobody on graveyard shift to make

That makes sense. Chains often have a lot of the food pre-prepared (frozen, canned, whatever) and might be more limited in what they can do for you, even if they're willing.

I think I keep telling this story, but I knew a woman (she was both my boss and very nearly my stepmother—this story is one reason why she wasn't) who was a vegetarian. We lived in a small-ish town with an interstate exit, so we had some chain restaurants—specifically, Applebees. And every single time she went to

I get those looks too, because I always order no lettuce (same reasoning as you), no tomatoes (I don't eat raw tomatoes from restaurants/the supermarket, because they taste like pink watery nothing).

I do that at times, to some extent—it's a combination of my anxiety disorder + having spent about 3/4 of my life living with people who say "Anything!" and mean "Anything you pick will be wrong!", and if I'm having a bad mental health day in general I freeze at decisions—but if we got to the point that you said, "Just

I like what coffee tastes like. I don't like what it does to my heart rate and ability to sleep. I let myself have one caffeinated beverage a day, but that usually goes to my morning tea.