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Not sure where you're co-worker is from, but it's common for people in the South to take photos of deceased loved ones in their caskets. I'm not sure why, but I know (and have seen) people that do this. Yeah it's kinda creepy but it may just be tradition. As for posting the pics on facebook.... well, I guess that's just the next logical step.
you learn something new everyday.
it used to be fashionable to take pictures of the dead - like, turn of the century. especially babies, it seems. very creepy stuff.
I live in the South and I still find this to be way way creepy. I had a boss that took pictures of his dead father - which I guess is not really an issue - but he kept the pictures in his desk drawer and was always trying to show them to everyone.
Boss: "hey meg, just wanted you to see the corpse of my dad as he laid in state..."
Meg: "uhhhhhhhhh"
what's bad is my co-workers did not warn me when I started working there. What I actually got out of the boss was "Hey Meg - come look at this picture of my dad"
Me: Thank you for calling ******, how can I help you? Person: Yeah, how do I get to your restaurant? Me: Where are you coming from? Person: I-75 Me: Okay, you take the Windy Hill exit and go east an-- Person: (filled with attitude) I don't know that east-west stuff, tell me left or right! Me: Well, are you going north or south on I75? Person: Uhhhhhmmmmmm...... Me: Are you coming from the city or from the Marietta/Kennesaw area? Person: Uhhmmmm, I think from Kennesaw. Me: That's south, take a left off the exit.
-When I Hear My Name -Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground -Blue Orchid -Passive Manipulation -Red Rain -Death Letter -My Doorbell -Hotel Yorba -Same Boy You've Always Known -Lovesick -Little Ghost -We're Going to Be Friends -The Hardest Button to Button -Black Math -The Nurse -I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself
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Me: Thank you for calling ******, how can I help you? Person: Yeah, how do I get to your restaurant? Me: Where are you coming from? Person: I-75 Me: Okay, you take the Windy Hill exit and go east an-- Person: (filled with attitude) I don't know that east-west stuff, tell me left or right! Me: Well, are you going north or south on I75? Person: Uhhhhhmmmmmm...... Me: Are you coming from the city or from the Marietta/Kennesaw area? Person: Uhhmmmm, I think from Kennesaw. Me: That's south, take a left off the exit.
I swear people are so smurfing stupid sometimes.
Absolutely classic! This reminds me of something.
I used to work at a fried chicken restaurant (Sawyer's) when I lived in Knoxville. I answered the phone one day and this woman placed an order for delivery:
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't deliver. Her: Oh... Me: We'd be happy to get that ready for you. You could pick it up in 15 mins. Her: Doesn't Denton's (the restaurant next door) deliver? Me: I'm not really sure. Her: Well, can't you just call them and get them to bring me my order?
The sad thing is, I get those phone calls daily. That specific one was definitely the worst, but I guess people just forget I'm not a psychic or something. The most common question is "How do I get there?" I have to laugh every time. And I'm pretty appalled by how many people have zero sense of direction. I should be able to tell you that we are on the SW corner of the intersection and you should know what that means, especially since the cross street runs parallel to a major interstate.
And airline, I live on the Smyrna/Marietta border (my address is Marietta, but my congressional district is Smyrna).....I absolutely hate it. I grew up in what is now John's Creek (Alpharetta/Roswell area until 2006) and would love to go back. I guess if you're from here you know the difference between those two places....