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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 6:32:04 GMT
No, mobile phones work just fine in the Paris subway, and people are delighted to babble away during the whole trip (hah! but it deactivates their inner voices, because both can't talk at the same time!).
I was in a rental car yesterday, and noticed that my inner voice was not particularly foul mouthed. Maybe it knew it was being watched. However, it was extremely impatient at cars that did not drive at a normal speed when there was nothing blocking them.
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Post by bjd on Feb 26, 2010 8:31:14 GMT
That's interesting -- cell phones don't work in the subway in Toulouse. It forces people to stare at the old messages on their phones.
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Post by traveler63 on Feb 26, 2010 14:19:21 GMT
My nasty inner voice raised its ugly head recently. I was in the grocery store, trying to pick up a few things and I think every assisted living bus had dropped their charges off. I was walking down one aisle and I felt like someone was very, very close to me. So, my NIV said "if you hit me in the f====== shin with that cart, I will rip your head off" Bad, bad bad!!!!! What was even worse is that it charged full speed ahead with; "GD why do you have to park your cart so that no-one can get down the D--- aisle"
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Post by Kimby on Feb 26, 2010 14:45:55 GMT
Assisted living bus? So your inner voice is taking on senior citizens? Bad, indeed. I have had the same impatience with slow elders. Until I imagined my beloved Grandpa in their place being treated like an anonymous old fart. Softened my impatience and upped my empathy quotient a bit. Plus, now my parents are the old farts. And I can imagine myself in the same situation in a few decades....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 14:52:34 GMT
I have great empathy for people who are as bad off as my mother, but you don't don't see such people out in public very often. I can quickly become impatient with a lot of the extremely slow elderly who decide to go shopping at rush hour when they could have gone shopping at any other time of the day. (But this belongs on the peeve thread, doesn't it?)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 14:58:35 GMT
I have a lot of patience for older people. My mother being. No nasty inner voice for them.
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Post by traveler63 on Feb 26, 2010 19:25:27 GMT
Well, I must say I am usually very patient, especially with the elderly. I made the mistake of going on the first Wednesday of the month when they have 10% discounts for seniors. So, I have had a good talk with myself and have circled all the first Wednesdays to make sure I keep my nasty inner voice in check by not going on that day. I am trying to make amends for it.
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Post by Kimby on Feb 26, 2010 19:26:48 GMT
Good way to adapt to the situation. Keep out of each others' hair and everyone will be happier.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 19:41:01 GMT
So, which one of you is going to tell them not to go to the supermarket between 6 and 7 pm?
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Post by Kimby on Feb 26, 2010 19:43:28 GMT
K2, is it possible that the person who DRIVES them to the market (or accompanies them) works the same hours you do?? Much as they'd probably like to be there in the midday doldrums, they may not be able to.
Now imagine living in Florida where there are so many old folks that every other car on the road and most of the people you mingle with while shopping are slowing down with age?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 21:18:03 GMT
I live in the big city. These people take the elevator downstairs from their apartments, and then they walk 50-100 meters to the supermarket. Fewer than 50% of Parisians own a car anyway. We have feet. For people who can't shop themselves, there are hundreds of social workers who do the shopping for them, from a list.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 21:21:34 GMT
(Did that sound nasty enough? That was my normal voice.) No, really, I'm talking about the people who get out and about all by themselves when they could have gone any time during the day but choose instead the most crowded time -- and don't forget that here we bag our groceries ourselves, so if you are behind one of them, they are still just beginning to look into their pocketbook when they should have already paid, bagged their crap and gone out the door.
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Post by Kimby on Feb 26, 2010 21:35:50 GMT
And (from a deep-sixed thread about coins on ttr) we know how you feel about people digging in their pockets and purses for the money to pay for their purchases only after the clerk has rung it up, rather than getting the exact change ready ahead of time....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2010 22:02:06 GMT
I mean, they know they are approaching a cash register, don't they....?
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Post by Kimby on Feb 26, 2010 22:03:45 GMT
Here we go again....
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Post by BigIain on Feb 26, 2010 23:03:49 GMT
OMG, I share a pet peeve with Big Kerouac!!!
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Post by gertie on Mar 7, 2010 5:51:19 GMT
Maybe they go at that time of day hopeful of a smiling face?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2010 6:23:53 GMT
"Get off the damned computer and get ready for work!"
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Post by fumobici on Mar 11, 2010 19:01:02 GMT
What I wonder is if we all who are impatient with some of the habits of the elderly are each of us doomed to forget our annoyance and adopt those same habits ourselves if we are lucky enough to live that long? It's hard to imagine that most of those elderly who drive well below the limit, block the shopping aisles standing beside their shopping carts and don't even begin fumbling with their purses/wallets until after their purchase has been rung up weren't thirty years earlier cursing their elders for doing the exact same things.
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Post by Jazz on Mar 11, 2010 19:38:18 GMT
I think that many of the slow and elderly chose to shop at the busy times because it's busy!. They may be lonely and this is exciting and stimulating for them. Often I get so lost in my own thoughts when I'm shopping that I am the worst offender. I'm not even elderly, but I've been barked and snapped at!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2010 19:44:58 GMT
Speaking of the elderly, I was at the nursing home tonight with my mother in room 127. When I was taking her out of the room to lead her to the dining room, the new guy from room 128 was coming out.
I said to him, "Bonsoir, Monsieur" and he replied in kind.
But what I was really thinking was, "Don't you realize that they have put you in the Death Room? Everybody who gets put in that room dies within two months."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2010 21:19:19 GMT
Sometimes I just hear the voice laughing, but it isn't a nice laugh.
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Post by gertie on Mar 15, 2010 13:10:41 GMT
My inner voice loves to remind me of stupid errors I made in the past. Often I find those around me have either quite forgotten them, probably too busy with their own inner voice, or didn't even realize the errors at the time. It doesn't really slow down my inner voice though, which swears they are just being nice.
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Post by Jazz on Mar 15, 2010 15:37:15 GMT
My inner voice is my most merciless worst enemy.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 15, 2010 17:21:09 GMT
Ditto on my inner voice, but sometimes I suspect it's for my own good. Unless that's a different, more benevolent inner voice. Hoo-boy!
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Post by Kimby on Mar 15, 2010 22:38:20 GMT
What I wonder is if we all who are impatient with some of the habits of the elderly are each of us doomed to forget our annoyance and adopt those same habits ourselves if we are lucky enough to live that long? It's hard to imagine that most of those elderly who drive well below the limit, block the shopping aisles standing beside their shopping carts and don't even begin fumbling with their purses/wallets until after their purchase has been rung up weren't thirty years earlier cursing their elders for doing the exact same things. Watching my own formerly very with-it parents slow down with age, I have decided that part of the problem is becoming less aware of your surroundings (as well as your impact on others sharing your surroundings). After a nice visit with my parents in Florida we took them to the airport. My 87 year old Dad, always the gentleman, wanted to carry their bags rather than let me help him. He got as far as the terminal entry door before tiring out, and set the bags down to rest a bit RIGHT IN THE DOORWAY. I could almost hear the nasty inner voices around us as I scooped up the bags and hustled us in to a less-bottlenecked area.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2010 16:21:11 GMT
Thanks heavens that our inner voice stays inside our heads: My nasty inner voice earlier on today: ''Is that right bitch? Do you want to keep those teeth, or do you want to swallow them?''
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2010 16:49:24 GMT
Naturally, I am well placed to understand that perfectly, Kimby. Thank god that a lot of the elderly are accompanied to a lot of places they go.
Which brings me to my inner voice scolding the others:
"You shouldn't be allowed out of your home without supervision!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2010 19:24:42 GMT
nasty inner voice:
''I wish someone would just frig off and stay frigged off''
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2010 22:46:10 GMT
Weighing in on the topic of the elderly...when I see someone getting annoyed and seemingly impatient with elderly people moving slowly,fumbling with a package,struggling with a doorway,my nasty inner voice goes into passive aggressive mode and I will go and assist the elderly person(s) in such a fashion so as to really slow down the annoyed persons! "So you think you were impositioned before,watch this?!"
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