CP wrote --

I came down fr breakfast & there was my meal from the night bhefore, at my place at the kitchen nook's table, still chilled from the fridge.

I don't think that ever happened to me.

chew the cracker once or twice and immediately wash it down with champagne. That is only done to not offend the host.

I would simply tell the host, "I'm sorry; I'm sure it's good, but I just can't eat it; I don't getr anaphylaxis, so it's not technically amn allergy -- more a severe food intolerance." (only if they insist on quizzing me)

I was always told to simply take a bite, not to offend the host/hostess
and go on with the meal.
There was only one time I had any other reaction to food or drink.
It was a covered dish dinner at church and I ate or drank something that caused me to itch all over and had to leave.
No idea what it was but a couple of hours later I was ok again.
There was nothing strange or unusual served, or that I hadn't eaten
before and AFAIK no one else was affected.

I'm an adult; I eat what I like & I like what I eat.

As a bachelor I eat only what I like. :)
Joe
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CP wrote --

I came down fr breakfast & there was my meal from the night bhefore, at my

place at the kitchen nook's table, still chilled from the fridge.
I don't think that ever happened to me.

chew the cracker once or twice and immediately wash it down with champagne.

That is only done to not offend the host.

I would simply tell the host, "I'm sorry; I'm sure it's good, but I just >can't eat it; I don't getr anaphylaxis, so it's not technically amn allergy --

more a severe food intolerance." (only if they insist on quizzing me)
I was always told to simply take a bite, not to offend the host/hostess
and go on with the meal.

Mt family bever visited anywhere for meals, so that's a lesson that I didn't need to learn. On my own, I've figured out how to not offend, yet not eat whaqy I won't/don't.

& without lying. . . I'm polite & all, & do all I9 can not to give offense, bnut neither do Io concern myself withthose who insist on TAKING offense..

I was raised to not take things that don't belong to me, so if I see an offense or resentment. . .

I also disagree with the "Finders Keepers" philosophy. If it isbn't ine, I don't take it -- except for unidentifiable cash-only (e.g. $20 bill on the ground); I call those gifts from the universe. . .

Natch, if I can figure out a way to link it to the correct owner, I would do so. . .

MC, over speakers, "Mr. Johnson here says he los a wallet containing $400, & is offering $50 for its safe return."

Voice in the back of the hall: "I'll give $100 reward!"

There was only one time I had any other reaction to food or drink.
It was a covered dish dinner at church and I ate or drank something that caused me to itch all over and had to leave.

So many ingredients -- might have been hidden in a commercial preparation, so identifying the item wouldn't tell you the exact thing to beware of, outside of that particular bottle of something. . .

Food sensitivities are no minor thing. My courtesy cousin is allergic to most foods, cross categories. True story, happemned in Ontario: a woman didn't believe her husband's cvlaim of being allergic to salmon, as that sounded ridiculous to her, so she made a beef meatloaf & mixed in a small amount of salmon just to givew him the old, "Hah! Caught you in your BS!" treatment later.

Yup, anaphylaxis & he died.

She was not charged.

I'm an adult; I eat what I like & I like what I eat.

As a bachelor I eat only what I like.

There you go, & why shouldn't you?

I'm odd, like my dad -- we're of the philosophy that it doesn't matter if you just ate "that" earlier or yesterday, if you like it -- I can eat something I like every day, if I were so inclined, or it came up that way. . .

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CP wrote --

Mt family bever visited anywhere for meals, so that's a lesson that I didn't need to learn. On my own, I've figured out how to not offend, yet not eat whaqy I won't/don't.

Pretty much the same with me.

I was raised to not take things that don't belong to me,

Same.

I also disagree with the "Finders Keepers" philosophy. If it isbn't ine, I don't take it -- except for unidentifiable cash-only (e.g. $20 bill on the ground); I call those gifts from the universe. . .

Ditto.
On campus I often find coins and bills here and there.
When I find a bill I'll look around to see if anyone is looking for it or
in the area. If not its in my pocket and "out of circulation" as I joke.
I'll often find mechanical pencils people have dropped. Sometimes they
are perfectly good and use them either as intended or as a stylus for the
small touch screen on the ticket writer.
I've found metal forks and spoons and use the handle as a "unjammer" for
the coin slots on meters.
If something of value is found its turned in. I'll check a wallet for ID
and return to the person if I know them or know of them. Usually any money
and cards are gone.
I find keys often. And have lost keys as well, usually never to be seen again.

Voice in the back of the hall: "I'll give $100 reward!"

LOL

Food sensitivities are no minor thing.

I don't think I have any sensitivity to any food. (Well, liver which we discussed).
But as I get older there are some foods I avoid now which don't agree
with me any longer, or in the amount it used to. :)

My courtesy cousin

A what?

I'm odd, like my dad -- we're of the philosophy that it doesn't matter if you just ate "that" earlier or yesterday, if you like it -- I can eat something I like every day, if I were so inclined, or it came up that way. . .

I'll fix a roast or ham or the like and eat on that for days and days
till its finally gone.
I am not one to waste food. Except for liver. I'll toss that out every chance I get. :)
When I was young I was told to eat everything, "There are starving
children in Germany, Japan and Korea who would love to have that."
When my mother was in the home (which she loved) one day she picking
around at her lunch, pushed it away and said she didn't want it.
Roles sometimes reverse as children and parents age and I causally said "think of the poor starving children in (then) Ethiopia who wold love to have that".
She gave me "the look" and said "Then pack it up and send it to 'em!"
LOL
Joe
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Hello George Pope!

** On Monday 24.01.22 - 22:05, George Pope wrote to Joe Mackey:

MC, over speakers, "Mr. Johnson here says he los a wallet containing
$400, & is offering $50 for its safe return."

Voice in the back of the hall: "I'll give $100 reward!"

I had a bit of a reflex and spilled my coffee when I read that
one! :O :D
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On campus I often find coins and bills here and there.
When I find a bill I'll look around to see if anyone is looking for it or
in the area. If not its in my pocket and "out of circulation" as I joke.

Fair play; I think I'll adopt that line. . . :D

I'll often find mechanical pencils people have dropped. Sometimes they
are perfectly good and use them either as intended or as a stylus for the small touch screen on the ticket writer.

Hey, there for the taking -- else they;klkl be piocked up by grounds crews & either kept, or discarded with the cigarette butts they sweep up. . .

I've found metal forks and spoons and use the handle as a "unjammer" for
the coin slots on meters.

"Whatever works" is my philosophy, too. If it's a stupid idea but it works -- it's not a stupid idea!

If something of value is found its turned in. I'll check a wallet for ID
and return to the person if I know them or know of them. Usually any money and cards are gone.

Same. Found oner that had ID in it for an 80yo gent who lived only half mile from where he lost it at the strip mall next door to me, so I wheeled on up & knocked on his door to return it (it had money in it,too --couple hundred)

He tried to give me a reward; I declined, he insisted; I insisted back & we went back & forth until he said, "Young man, you're supposed to respect your elders, so take this. . ."

I thoghtr I was done fdor, but replied with, "Sir! I have a mother!" & he, being of a generation, understood exactly my meaning, & thanked me again, wishing me a good day. . .

I find keys often. And have lost keys as well, usually never to be seen again.

I lost my wallet thrice, with money (significant to me amnounts); one was found by the bus driver on the bus I suspected I'd lost it on, & I met him at the nearest stop to me where I got the callback.

He asked me to identify the wallewt (fair enough) I described it them he said, "Was there money inside? How much?" said how much. He started to say, "Wroing waklletm, this one had $20 less in it."; I stopped him & asked him to open it up & look at the photo ID in the inside left flap. He grudgingly did so & returned my wallet.

My thinking is he must've helped himself to a $20 reward, then seeing me being disabled, figured I'd be an easy mark to get the rest.

Don't get me wrong -- $20 is worth it to get my ID back!

2nd time I got a call about it -- my wallet hasd been cdropped into a mailbox & Canada Pot called me to go get it at the main public library (where they gave it, as I had a library card inside fort them. My bank cards were sent to the local police to return to the owners (they would not return them even though I got hold of them before they sent them on, because I'm not the legal owner of them.)

Third time, I had my phone number in the wallet this time. Guy called me, said he had my wallet, with a fair bit of money inside (I had my week's cash shopping on-hand); he droped it at my place after he finished work)

All the money in the wallet was there, except for a $20 I had stashed behind some cards, as a backup. Again, I accepted the price of getting my IODs back.

Maybe he figured I wouldn't notice it missing until much time later, & think I'd spent it. I wasn't worried -- I didn't followup with him.

Food sensitivities are no minor thing.

I don't think I have any sensitivity to any food. (Well, liver which we discussed).

Same, & peas.

But as I get older there are some foods I avoid now which don't agree
with me any longer, or in the amount it used to. :)

Same. I used todr9ink like a fish when a teen, but now hardly ever; maybe a 5- 10ml nip of good bourbon on he occasional Friday evening. . .

My courtesy cousin

A what?

from Urban Dictionary:
courtesy cousin
someone who is close like family, but not related

I'll fix a roast or ham or the like and eat on that for days and days
till its finally gone.

I did that, too, in my bachelor years; my wife tends to use up leftovers quickly in new dishes. . . I love having turkey_=styuiff8ingsandwiches after a turkey day holiday, but I'm limited to only 4 days, it seems, before the rest is bagged & frozen in meal-sized (stews & the like) portions. . .

I am not one to waste food. Except for liver. I'll toss that out every chance I get. :)

Well, TBH, that's not "food"! :D

Roles sometimes reverse as children and parents age and I causally said "think of the poor starving children in (then) Ethiopia who wold love to have that".
She gave me "the look" and said "Then pack it up and send it to 'em!"

That's been my response line to that sentiment since about age 13 when I read it in a novel.

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CP wrote --

Mt family bever visited anywhere for meals, so that's a lesson that I didn't

need to learn. On my own, I've figured out how to not offend, yet not eat whaqy I won't/don't.
Pretty much the same with me.

Got this exact same reply from you 3X in a row; bit of a hiccup in sending?

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Hello George Pope!
** On Monday 24.01.22 - 22:05, George Pope wrote to Joe Mackey:

MC, over speakers, "Mr. Johnson here says he los a wallet containing
$400, & is offering $50 for its safe return."
Voice in the back of the hall: "I'll give $100 reward!"

I had a bit of a reflex and spilled my coffee when I read that
one! :O :D

A spit-take! My day is complete.

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CP wrote3 --

I'll often find mechanical pencils people have dropped.

Hey, there for the taking -- else they;klkl be piocked up by grounds crews & either kept, or discarded with the cigarette butts they sweep up.

Same with pens which I take to the office. If it works just long enough
for someone to sign some paper work its served its purpose.
We go through a lot of pens with people signing something and pocketing
them.

with money (significant to me amnounts); one was found
by the bus driver on the bus I suspected I'd lost it on

In NYC a few years ago I found a bank card laying on a seat when I got
off, some teen-aged girl had been there, and turned it into the driver, who gave me a "Oh, ok" puzzled look.
Like the old joke:
Would you turn in a wallet/purse if it had thousands of dollar in it?
I would if it belonged to a poor person.

Don't get me wrong -- $20 is worth it to get my ID back!

Oh, absolutely.
I've lost mine a couple of times over the years.
The last time I distinctly recall was St Patrick's Day where the city had
a big street fair and all. Big crowds of people bumping into each other.
When I got home my wallet was missing. Dang, someone picked my pocket
was my first thought.
I called the bank and they cancelled my cards.
The next morning putting on my work clothes there was my wallet. I
didn't even have it with me. Duh. :)
I don't usually carry much cash on me, less than $10.
But its such a bother having to replace bank cards, ID, etc.
Try and ID yourself at the DMV without a drivers license. :)

All the money in the wallet was there, except for a $20 I had stashed behind some cards, as a backup.

I carry about $25-30 concealed in my wallet, mixed among various cards
and all. That is my emergency stash. Those bills have been in there for years.
I also have about $100 emergency stash in my desk at home, hidden here
and there. Again, been in there for years.
Once upon a time I didn't have a bank account. My pay cheque was cashed
at the bank it was drawn on. By the time I paid my bills (could pay electric/phone at the bank, stop at the cable office and give my landlord cash,buy
groceries, etc there wasn't much
What I had was in an envelope in my stack of snail mail. (Long before e-mail).
I was burgled once and my money was safe, the thief never thought of, or
had time, to go though that stack of mail with a rubber band around it.
I also would put money in clothes in the closet and for years I would
pull out something and find money in a shirt/pants pocket. :)

Same. I used todr9ink like a fish when a teen, but now hardly ever

Same here.
I just decided to stop and did, other than the very, very rare glass of
wine at a party or something.
I used to drink a lot of pop but now its more of a treat. I had a can
with my Christmas dinner.
I'll buy a 12 pack and it'll last me nearly two years.

courtesy cousin
someone who is close like family, but not related

Sort of like a kissin' cousin.
Joe
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CP wrote3 --

I'll often find mechanical pencils people have dropped.

Hey, there for the taking -- else they;klkl be piocked up by grounds crews &

either kept, or discarded with the cigarette butts they sweep up.
Same with pens which I take to the office. If it works just long enough
for someone to sign some paper work its served its purpose.
We go through a lot of pens with people signing something and pocketing
them.

Maybe those found pens were yours to begin with. . . :)

Seems fair, to replace pens from the same property they were 'disappeared' from.

with money (significant to me amnounts); one was found
by the bus driver on the bus I suspected I'd lost it on

In NYC a few years ago I found a bank card laying on a seat when I got
off, some teen-aged girl had been there, and turned it into the driver, who gave me a "Oh, ok" puzzled look.

Maybe he'd never had an item turned in before; I was saddened the day I called transit here to make a commendation for a driver who went beyond his job to help someone & the person answerinig had to get a supervisor, as in 16 years she'd never had a commendation come in (scads of complaints, though!); they found the right form, eventually!

Here people generally return wallets/etc to the driver, or to an owner of a card in the wallet; I brought a walet to the local branch for the bank the wallet had a debit card for, for them to contact the owner of the wallet.

I declined to give my info (bank asked if they could communicarte it to the owner--apparently some people want the bank to tell the owner they have the wallet & to call them (perhaps to trade it for a cash reward?)

Like the old joke:
Would you turn in a wallet/purse if it had thousands of dollar in it?
I would if it belonged to a poor person.

Oh, of course! Like my buddy's dad who found a suitcase containing $20K under a garbage dumpster next to the grease dumpster he was emptying. Some thing told him to look in his rearview mirror one last time as he was pulling out forward, & he saw the handle. He didn't turn it in (rightfully so, IMO--why get taxed on it, after the police go a year with no claimants("d'uhhh, officer, I lost $20K I was gonna use to buy crack in resale quantity. Do you have it?")

The last time I distinctly recall was St Patrick's Day where the city had
a big street fair and all. Big crowds of people bumping into each other. When I got home my wallet was missing. Dang, someone picked my pocket
was my first thought.

I've never been pickpocketed, but I used to wear pants tight enough so I'd feel my wallet even being nudged from the right-back pocket where I kept it (& where I could easily whip around to my right to nab the perp. Now I'm in a huge power wheelchair & crowds generally partt for me, even extremely dense/stoned ones. . . some times someone will start yelling, & physically(but gently enough not to start a fight) opening up a path, when it's slow to move on its own.. .

I called the bank and they cancelled my cards.
The next morning putting on my work clothes there was my wallet. I
didn't even have it with me. Duh. :)

I hate when that happens. I once was able to uncancel my cards for the one bank, bu the others hasd a no backsies rule, even if I proved who I was through answering questions.

I don't usually carry much cash on me, less than $10.

I normally don't -- unless it's shopping day, pre-covid, then I'd grab $150 to payt cash without getting bills back in change in the various places I went to (lots of $5 & $10 bills); but now my wallet is securely in a small purse that's in front of me, hanging from my neck.

But its such a bother having to replace bank cards, ID, etc.
Try and ID yourself at the DMV without a drivers license. :)

I don't do DMV but once every 5 years to update my provincial government photo ID & medical card. But my bank assured me I could come in & get a couple hundred from my account on my word & signature alone (they've all known me for years; also if anyone else had theatre disguise & tried, they'd ask, "How do you want that $200?" & if he said anything but 10s & 5s, it'd raise a flag!)

I carry about $25-30 concealed in my wallet, mixed among various cards
and all. That is my emergency stash. Those bills have been in there for years.
I also have about $100 emergency stash in my desk at home, hidden here
and there. Again, been in there for years.

Good to have a stash or three because you just never know.. .

Once upon a time I didn't have a bank account. My pay cheque was cashed
at the bank it was drawn on. By the time I paid my bills (could pay

I used to do that, but now if it's not your bank, they charge you a non- cuistomer service fee. That ticks me off, as the cheque writer paid that bank to give his cheque some value &to back it up.

Banks no longer make a simple phone call to verify funds in the writer'sd account, as in the time between verifying & paying me, the other person could empty their account.

I was burgled once and my money was safe, the thief never thought of, or
had time, to go though that stack of mail with a rubber band around it.
I also would put money in clothes in the closet and for years I would
pull out something and find money in a shirt/pants pocket. :)

Hiding it in plain sight is considered the best way, like how New York diamon jewelers walk around with $100K in diamonds in a grubby paper lunch bag

My dad worked in a prison camp & he said how they'd do the occasional bunk check for contraband & he never wasted his time searching, under the mattress, or emptying boxes, instead he'd go straight to the item on his first check. Freakerd the cons out big-time! As they saw him grab their bag of home-made hooch without even searching -- this, of course, led to much suspicion between the inmates (oh well)

I used to drink a lot of pop but now its more of a treat. I had a can
with my Christmas dinner.

When young, I drank a lot, then I weaned myself to where I had 3oz of root beer once a year or so, usuially at the one pizza place where they gave me a 32oz paper cup for pop & had 5oz cups for water, I used the big one for my ice water to accompany my za, & filled the other halfwy for dessert.

I'll buy a 12 pack and it'll last me nearly two years.

I buy them fairly regularly, as my daughter likes it & she & my wife MUST was down certain meals with a can.

I've had 8 in my mini fridge in my room/office for several years now -- might be 7 by now, I haven't checked. I mainly only hasd them when working an early shift & guzzled one for the quickj caffeine boost while I was making a coffee.

courtesy cousin
someone who is close like family, but not related

Sort of like a kissin' cousin.

Kissin' Cousins are generally blood related? & certainly not platonic. . .

She's the daughter of my mom's BFF. I started calling her "Cuz" jocularly a while back & it's stuck -- I call her mom Auntie, too. . Close enough -- I interact more with them than my real cousins & their folk. . .

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CP wrote --

Got this exact same reply from you 3X in a row; bit of a hiccup in sending?

Wanted to make sure you saw it. :)
No idea what happened there. Musta been a hiccup.
Joe
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