- Sarah: So, Officer Pablo. Completely unrelated to what we learned today, if you were hypothetically responding to a motor vehicle accident, who fills out the police report?
- Officer Pablo: The police officer.
- Sarah: Thank you!
- Officer Pablo: Why?
- Einley: The State Patrol guy that showed up to Sarah's collision had her fill out the police report while waiting for another State Patrol guy, because he had better things to do and left.
- Officer Pablo: Are you fucking kidding me?
- Einley and Sarah: Thank you!
February 2012
23 posts
- kitty: *walk from bedroom to kitchen with pathetic meow.*
- dog: *barks*
- Sarah: *yell no.*
- kitty: *walk from kitchen to bedroom with pathetic meow.*
- Sarah: *stare dog down.*
- dog: *no bark.*
- Sarah: Good girl! *give the dog a treat*
- kitty: *walk from bedroom to kitchen with pathetic meow.*
- Sarah: *ignore everything*
- dog: *no bark*
- Sarah: Good girl! *give the dog a treat*
- kitty: *walk from kitchen to bedroom silently*
- Sarah: *ignore everything*
- dog: *no bark*
- Sarah: *ignore everything*
- kitty: *enters living room and jumps on couch*
- dog: *no bark*
- Sarah: *enjoys silence* *for now* *pet cat*
Four horrible things you probably have in your kitchen and what you should be using instead (on my dashboard via aimee-b-loved).
1.) Kraft Parmesan cheese
Why you have it: You’re a lazy, stupid asshole.
Why you shouldn’t have it: Somewhere in Illinois, Kraft has a factory where it “manufactures” the stuff that it sells in those green cans. Unbeknownst to most, the “factory” is actually what is internally known as a “dandruff farm.” Kraft lures homeless people into the facility, and allows them to sleep in a large room that contains hundreds of cots. Each morning, after they wake up and move on with their days, Kraft has a giant machine that gently shakes each cot and it collects all of the dandruff, ships it to a processing plant, where it is ground into a consistent texture and placed in green cans labelled with “100% Real Parmesan Cheese.” They can legally do this because of a little-known piece of legislature that slipped under the radar at Congress, which reclassified dandruff as a type of cheese.
What you should be using instead: How about actual Parmesan cheese, dipshit? You can get it at any grocery store, and while it’s a little pricier than the stuff in the green can, you can at least take solace in the fact that you’re not feeding your family dried skin flakes from human scalps. Seriously, how lazy are you? Just look for a wedge of cheese that has a dark brown rind and is labelled “Parmesan Reggiano.” Keep it in your fridge (yeah, it might mold a little bit, but that’s what cheese does. Just scrape off the mold, nancyboy) and pull it out when you need it. Get a little microplane grater and grate it when you actually need to use it (once removed from the wedge, grated cheese loses flavor rapidly). It tastes infinitely better, it’s not particularly inconvenient and WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU EAT PRE-GRATED CHEESE FROM A CAN ANYWAY DO YOU ACTUALLY NEED ME TO SPELL THIS OUT FOR YOU JESUS CHRIST I HATE YOU.
2.) Table salt in a pre-packaged shaker
Why you have it: You’re somebody who thinks “Hey, salt is salt, so it doesn’t matter what kind I get.” You also think The Matrix Revolutions is the best movie ever made.
Why you shouldn’t have it: Oh, holy fuckballs, where do I even begin with this? First of all, all salt is not created equal. At all. At. Fucking. All. There are many varieties of salt, they are mined or evaporated from places all over the world and they vary wildly in quality and flavor. Some of the most exquisite flavors at the world’s finest restaurants are largely attributable to the salt used by the chefs. That stuff you’ve got in your little shaker that you think is as good as any other kind of salt? Yeah, that’s like comparing an 18-year-old single malt Scotch to a melted popsicle. It’s one thing to use that stuff at the table (which you still shouldn’t do) but if you’re using it for cooking, you should be banished from the kitchen forever and forced to live on saltines and ketchup for the rest of your life.
What you should be using instead: Damn near anything. Hell, transmission fluid would be a step up. At minimum, you should start using Morton’s Kosher salt. It’s nowhere near the best out there, but it’s inexpensive and will be a dramatic improvement. The grains are coarser, which makes them easier to handle, and they’re porous, so in dishes where the salt isn’t intended to dissolve completely, they’ll draw moisture out of the food to mingle with the grains, resulting in a more balanced flavor. If you’ve got the coin, look into some sea salts and finishing salts. The difference they can make in your food is extraordinary and even though some of them get a little pricey (unlike your mom), they’re used sparingly enough to last a long time.
3.) Pre-ground black pepper
Why you have it: You have no understanding of how spices work and in your spare time, you run over puppies with a lawnmower.
Why you shouldn’t have it: For the same reason you shouldn’t buy pre-chewed gum. For the same reason you shouldn’t buy light beer. For the same reason you shouldn’t listen to Public Enemy with Chuck D as the only rapper. It’s got no flava. Peppercorns, like all spices, rapidly lose their flavor once they’re ground. Like, within months. And since pepper is a nearly ubiquitous spice in cooking, it’s one that you want to keep as flavorful as possible. Because you suck, you probably use the pepper in its own shaker that came with the table salt you bought. Ugh. I can’t even stand to be addressing you directly.
What you should use instead: Whole peppercorns that you only grind when you need them. This should be obvious, but you’re a moron, so I’ll spell it out for you. A nice pepper mill is a worthwhile investment for your kitchen, but these days, you can even buy little plastic ones at the grocery store. Those aren’t ideal, but at least you’re still grinding directly from the peppercorn and preserving the flavor of the spice. Oh, and they also make salt mills, and you might be tempted to buy one of those because, again, you’re an idiot, but don’t be fooled. The flavor of salt does not deteriorate when it’s ground, so those little doohickies are a waste of money.
4.) Margarine
Why you have it: I have literally no idea. None. I cannot fathom what would possess a human being to use this stuff. Mental illness? Masochism? It’s a mystery.
Why you shouldn’t have it: This is hard to explain. It’s sort of like talking to a mother who gives her infant child live hand grenades as crib toys. If you have to explain why it’s a bad thing, what’s the likelihood she’s going to understand? Just think of it this way: you have two substances - one is made from naturally occurring ingredients, and the other is wholly artificial, much worse for your health, and is designed to taste like the other stuff, but isn’t nearly as good. If you have at least three functioning brain cells, you’ll choose the former. If you’re the sort of person who yells at the TV during The People’s Court, you have margarine in your refrigerator and I can only hope that Zuhl shows up the next time you open the door and eats you because you are not worth displacing oxygen on this planet.
What you should be using instead: BUTTER. Goddamn, how do you have the intelligence to use your computer and not already know this? I mean, just look at the ingredients on a pack of butter. See anything you can’t pronounce? (Well, what am I thinking? You use margarine, so you probably can’t pronounce “milk.”) Now look at the ingredients on a pack of margarine. Do you have any idea what most of that stuff is? Of course not. Then why eat it? It tastes worse and is likely to have trans fats (which do not occur in natural butter). Here’s a good rule of thumb: if you look at the ingredients on a label and you don’t know what any of them are, don’t fucking eat it. Go buy some butter, you dick.
- Kelly: I think I left my wallet in your Jeep.
- Me: Are you at work now?
- Kelly: I'm in the Garage.
- Kelly: I see it!
- Me: *steps on to balcony.* *points key toward garage* *pushes button* *watches headlights flash* *Hears Jeep door open and shut*
- Kelly: Thank you!!
Dear [Redacted], your website says you offer Case Management Services. You might want to update that. Although, judging by these cases I’ve inherited from you, updating things isn’t really one of your strong points, is it? Maybe there’s a reason you’re not in the business anymore. And by “Maybe”, I of course mean, “Your care plans are garbage. They are a disgrace to the Field of Long Term Care. I can’t believe you called yourselves professionals”.
Love, Sarah
On 2/13/2012, I left work at 2pm and headed from Milwaukee, WI to Oxford, WI to adopt a dog from the Eyes of Hope Shelter. About 4pm, I took the exit from 94-W to 39-N. Shortly after, my car hit some ice and I spun off the road, and continued spinning into a cluster of trees. Don’t worry; I’m fine. After looking at my car, I called my Insurance for a tow truck. Due to some confusion about my actual location (I-94-West and I-39-North, not Highway 39, not exit 39, not exit 139…) I waited a while for a tow truck. After about an hour on the phone with my insurance company, trying to explain exactly where I was, someone was nice enough to actually stop and see if I was ok. He let me know the State Patrol had someone pulled over down the interstate, and flagged the officer down for me when he started heading my way. Insurance had set up a tow for me by this point, and I let the agent know that a police officer had arrived and hung up.
At this point I expected things to go a little bit more smoothly. That didn’t happen. The officer asked me what happened, and I told him. The next words out of his mouth were not “are you ok?” They were “How fast were you going?” “About 65.” “Huh.” You know what? The roads aren’t the best. I’m driving a car that has trouble making a left turn at 5mph if the roads are slick. I was going the speed limit. Which, you know, matters at all when you hit a patch of ice.
“What lane were you in?” My car just spun into a tree. I’m trying to mentally hold myself together long enough to get a tow truck and my insurance company hasn’t been able to figure out where 94-W splits into 39-N for the past hour. I have no idea what lane I was in when I lost control of my vehicle and miraculously managed to keep my car from flipping over as it spiraled down a hill into a tree.
“Did you call the police?” “No, I called my insurance for a tow tr—“ “You ALWAYS call the Police first! ALWAYS. Not your insurance, not your friend, you call the police to report an accident. Now what I need is your license, registration, and proof of insurance.” I didn’t hit anyone. No one hit me. There is no question of liability in this accident. I’m not injured. I know how to call to get a tow truck. I’m sorry my first action was trying to get out of a ditch. But, sure, I guess yelling at me is an acceptable course of action. I provided my documentation to him.
He let me know I could turn my car on if I wanted to stay warm. The car wouldn’t start. He offered to let me sit in his car. While heading to his car, he asked who would be towing. I wasn’t sure. I thought they were out of Madison. He informed me had other accidents to get to and to find out the name and location of the tow company, because he wasn’t going to wait for someone from Madison. I called and found out they were, indeed, from Madison and were about 15-20 minutes away. He told me he wouldn’t wait for someone from Madison and, if I didn’t want to cancel the tow and have him call someone from Portage, I could “wait in the cold” for the tow truck because he had to leave. I opted to wait in my car. He told me another State Patrol Car was on the way, would be here in 5-10 minutes, and to fill out the accident report while I waited. And I was supposed to make sure to give the other officer his clipboard. He (I never did catch his name…) gave me a paper with instructions on how to request the police report.
The other officer arrived about 5 minutes later and took the completed report. And the clipboard. He offered to let me sit in his car. I had gotten my car to start by this time, and opted to just stay where I was. The tow truck arrived about 10 minutes later.
I want to thank USAA for staying on the phone with me for over an hour until an officer arrived. I want to thank a random stranger on the interstate for stopping to make sure I was ok, and for flagging down someone who was supposed to help. I want to thank Schmidt’s Auto in Madison for helping me out and driving me to the tow lot, where a friend was able to pick me up. I want to thank Eyes of Hope Shelter in Oxford for being understanding and for continuing to care for my new friend until I can get back out to pick her up. I want to thank my friends, and some strangers on the Internet, for the flood of support I received from one Tweet saying I was in a ditch waiting for a tow truck. I want to thank the people I texted back and forth for keeping me sane, and Stacy for picking me up and giving me food and a place to stay the night and then driving me home the next day. I want to thank my boss for giving me the next day off. And I want to thank my neighbors for bringing me to the car rental place.
But most of all, I want to publicly apologize to the Wisconsin State Patrol Officer for being such an obvious burden on him. I’m sorry I expected you to wait for a tow truck with me, and I’m glad you were able to take off to do better things when the tow truck was going to take longer than 10 minutes to arrive. I’m glad that asking what speed I was going when I hit a patch of ice on the highway was more important than asking if I was ok. And I’m glad you’re authorized to yell at me for calling to get a tow truck before calling you to report an accident. And I’m especially glad you got your goddamn clipboard back. Keep up the good work. I’ll try not to get in your way next time. I hope your commander isn’t too hard on you after reading through the complaint I filed in lieu of submitting this rant to the Journal Sentinel.
Someone let my mom know that “strangers on the internet” showed me more kindness than the State Patrol Officer after my car spun off the highway in a cluster of trees late yesterday afternoon, so she stops asking me why I love the Twitter people.
I’d also like to apologize to the Wisconsin State Patrol for being such an obvious burden on them. I’m sorry I expected you to wait for a tow truck with me, and I’m glad you were able to take off to do better things when the tow truck was going to take longer than 10 minutes to arrive. I’m glad that asking what speed I was going when I hit a patch of ice on the highway was more important than asking if I was ok. And I’m glad you’re authorized to yell at me for calling to get a tow truck before calling you to report an accident. Keep up the good work. I’ll try not to get in your way next time.
Without this coffee, the world will burn.