Those are the modern metal version of this god-forsaken wooden monstrosity that was in every single restaurant I ate in during the 90s:

Walgreens isn’t great, but it sure isn’t CVS!  To be fair, I didn’t give Walgreens much of a chance after they ate my Rite Aid, which I liked going to.  I knew the pharmacists, they knew me, and they asked about my dog even when I wasn’t picking up prescriptions for him.  

On the rare occasions that I am in a CVS, there is usually someone having a terrible time at the pharmacy.  It’s clear to anyone who has been in the store more than once or twice that the issue is the pharmacy and not the unfortunate soul whose day has now been disrupted.

In my 50s and here to tell you that it just keeps getting better. Except maybe the back injuries, but I GOT those in my teens. I would absolutely never go back to my 20s unless I could know everything I know now. It was hard work to learn everything I’ve learned over the years, and that knowledge is worth more to me…

The history of Poland and Jews has always been really complicated. Jews were both loved and hated. An excellent historical and yet not boring book about Poland in general is “Poland” by James Michener. I also read an interesting book (forget the name, but it had “Shetl” in the title) about Jewish shetls (villages) in…

Yes, of course. :-) I know my grinchly reaction to the song isn’t a common one. Most people feel the way you do. I don’t even know the reason I dislike the song so much... maybe because I think the rhyming scheme is lame, which is what made me pay closer attention to the words? But that’s just my opinion. Too bad…

Thank you for the recommendation to avoid it. I will do so. The book I hate-read, which is the one that made me realize that if I really disliked a book there was no reason to keep going, was Everything Is Illuminated. It somehow manages to be both twee and crass, and you can tell when the author thinks to himself…

If it was springtime and there were colored eggs everywhere it could just as easily be an Easter song. Or fireworks in the background for a 4th of July song. There’s really nothing about it that makes it Christmas. And thank you very much for your effort in posting a video (not sarcasm; real thank you), but I hate…

I’m with you. It’s not even a real Christmas song. The only reason people call it a Christmas song is that the second word in the chorus is Christmas. It’s one of the worst “Christmas” songs they have, and one of the ones that makes me such a Grinch for November and December.  There are a limited number of…

Oh, I would have stopped right there. You get points for continuing! I stopped finishing books that are boring or annoying just a few years ago. It’s weird at first, but I got used to it. In the past few years I’ve not finished 5 or 6 books. And then there was the one that I hate-read after being disgusted with the…

All of a sudden to you.  It has apparently been bothering him for 10 years.

If I, age 9, pants my brother, age 4, in our living room when we are the only two people there, it’s bullying and he has a legitimate case for telling our mother. If one adult does it to another, especially in public, it’s sexual assault. I don’t know where the line is that separates bullying from sexual assault; it’s…

I think they’re saying two things:

And you kept reading?  I’m not sure whether to applaud your tenacity or think you’re insane!  In any event, once the dog’s in danger I stop, so clearly I don’t have your tenacity.

The Cooch is a loathesome creep who was dumped by the voters of Virginia several years back. He has not been missed. The trump administration is just about his speed, though I’d put good money on his being able to stoop even lower.

I’ve never been a football fan, but I look forward to the Racist Name WYTS every year.  Thank you.

My most boring dream happened recently: I was discussing pros and cons of various shades of white paint in a paint store.  It was so boring I woke up to get out of it.

I wonder whether we saw the same specialist.  I wrote up a long list of background information -- doctors I’d seen, what they said -- and it was years worth of information, because that’s how long it takes to get diagnosed with PCOS.  The form I was supposed to fill out didn’t have enough room for all of that.  I got…

Hey, are you me? If not, we’re twins!

Oh, yeah, absolutely no unintended consequences to spreading cyanide randomly over the country.  Good thinking, Trump cretins!