I work on the “last in, first out” principle regarding elevators. And I hold the door for pretty much everyone, especially if their hands are full. I’m a woman.

You might ask your neighbors if they know who the man is.

“Oh, my gosh, I have to get to meeting/finish this report/call so and so. It’s been great.” Then immediately turn away to whatever you want to be doing.

If it affects the situation, you should share. You’re stuck waiting on a bench for a reserved table. You can’t sit still and keep getting up and down, going out the door and back, and so on. You simply say, “I’m sorry; I have ADHD and I’m having some trouble sitting still right now.” If people start probing for more…

Depends on the setting and the people involved.

I can understand people who can’t handle hospitals, but if they can’t be arsed to send a card or call to check in, then I can’t be arsed to concede they exist.

I work for a law firm and I do a lot of proofreading. If it’s part of my job, I’ll correct it. If it’s not, and there’s no good reason* to correct the person, I don’t bother.**

I’m only on Twitter, and it’s not to interact socially, but to follow a few people and organizations. It supplies a lot of my news.

It could also be what’s used to treat the water.

I know exactly what you mean. When I was a teenager, we lived in the boondocks and had our own well, sunk through granite. My skin never broke out. My hair looked great.

I have a new agey coworker who pulls out the “everything happens for a reason” BS whenever anything goes wrong. I stuck a page from a daily calendar I have on my wall that reads “Everything happens for a reason . . . and that reason is completely arbitrary.” I also managed to freak her out one day when I was in a foul…

There have to be trade-offs. You can’t deny yourself the occasional treat or you’re just working for the future, which, frankly, may not arrive for you.

The lawyer who set up the will should answer your questions for free. 

I had an aunt who ordered her scrambled eggs hard, and she really wanted them cooked to death, so she always sent them back. At a diner on a long driving vacation we took, I think the cook retaliated, but against the wrong person, because i ended up with two extremely long hairs mixed in with my pancakes. I mean like…

I pay $15 a month for Amazon Fresh service, and they deliver a bunch of groceries to me twice a month. I have two adult sons living at home with me, and the amount they can eat is breathtaking. I figured out that it saves me at least 4 hours a week of my time, plus the energy of loading up the cart, then loading up…

In the article at LA Weekly, it’s mentioned that Alejandro Jodorowsky claimed to have raped his costar during the rape scene in El Topo.

I didn’t baby talk to my kids. Doing it as an adult? *cringe* Gross.

It’s called upspeak. I’ve noticed that it’s becoming very common in Australia and the UK. I can barely watch movies from Australia anymore because of it.

Not a significant other, so it wasn’t as big a deal, but with a coworker, whenever they would ask those kind of questions, I would respond, “I dunno,” and turn back to whatever I was doing. Every time. Gradually, they gave up on me.

I have a Jeep Patriot that I commute with usually six days a week in the SF Bay Area. I get to extend the maintenance schedule on it from 3,000 to 6,000 miles between services and still maintain my warranty by using synthetic oil. Yes, it costs more, but I figure my time has value, and with the commute I drive, if…