The hospital I work at had installed some kind of wipe catcher in most of the publicly accessable toilets. All you can see is a metal ring at the opening at the bottom of the toilet with a sign warning not to put your hand in there or you WILL get shredded. Apparently it has sharp bits that will snag wipes if you attempt to flush them.
I think the problem is that one side is making a statement as an absolute, and the other one is making a statement which they quantify as “most”.
One single occurrence disqualifies the person claiming the absolute.
“Most” would mean more than half, which may be a big ask but we don’t know their entire experience, culture, environment, and all the other factors involved.
For the record, as a very fair skinned 53yo woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, I’ve spent my entire adult life hiding from the sun and wearing sun screen year round (I live in the Chicago area.) I regularly get mistaken for my early-mid 30s, and if I look really close I can see some fine crows feet when I smile. I dare say 10 years ago they’d have been hard to find lol.
I didn’t wait for them to accuse me of stealing. My final straw was when they removed 80% of the check outs in favor of self check outs.
It’s so stupid that they waste it like that. I can only assume that somebody didn’t want to be bothered with donating it to a food bank. Seriously though, the amount of time it would take to uncap and pour all that out as opposed to making a couple phone calls. SMH
If anything it’s more of a quality control thing.
It’s the difference between “I bought frozen peas that expire in 6 months and they’re all freezer burned - I want a refund!” And “the frozen peas I forgot about that expired 2 years ago are freezer burned - I want a refund!” One of them is more likely to get their money back than the other.
Also the quality of certain canned foods deteriorates after a time. Some things get mushy or the color changes weirdly that make it unappetizing, so dates can be a good reference. That said, I’ve been utilizing food banks for the last 25+ years. Expiration dates don’t scare me, but they do inform.
Please don’t include X with the boomers. Since we stepped into the real world and realized it functions completely differently than what we were raised to believe, life’s just been a neverending string of “wait, that was wrong too?” We just want to survive another day under the radar.
Sorry fellow X’rs for publicly acknowledging our existence. Hopefully this post doesn’t get any upvotes. *Pulls blanket back over my head.