What do you assign to Mordor?

[Lhunardawen]

Waking up with a sore throat and finding out a bit later that you're losing your voice, especially at a time when it's fun to just belt out a random line from a random song, and what you hear is "Squawk, squawk" and your siblings' laughter. No, that hasn't happened yet, but I can feel it coming.

Assign, consign, schmensign.

[Taralphiel]

I assign the multiple mirrors in department store change rooms. The alternate angles just don't do anything for my figure, to put it lightly *sigh*

I also assign being 'in between sizes' and how difficult it is to buy a decent work suit. Shopping for such things leaves me very tired and cranky...

- Tara

[Celuien]

One way ticket to Mordor, please, for the random creepy-looking guy who passed me in an empty hallway between the cafeteria and central supply late the other night and said, "Hey, no ring. Not married? What's your phone number?"

Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask.

[Diamond18]

Originally Posted by Celuien

Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask.

Amen to that, sista. I assign the fact that guys who hit on me are almost always at least ten years older than me and not even close to being anything resembling my prefered type. (Which is -- around my age, not overly creepy, and without a girlfriend... or wife and children, thank you. Pretty simple, one would think, and one would be wrong.)

I would also assign the fact that whenever I go out to concerts with a friend of mine, she's the one guys always hit on -- but really, it's kind of nice. It's like she's my sheild, as long as she's around the creepy drunk guys will go after her. Part of me, the ego part, is saying, "Am I invisible or what?" and the other part, the smart part, is going, "Invisibility! Score!"

On a more serious note, I'd like to assign the woman who got really snotty and called me stupid last week when I told her that the book she wanted was checked out. She asked me if it was on the first or second floor and I told her that since it was checked out it wasn't actually in the building, and she said "If it was, helloooo," and then went on a mutter rant about stupid librarians who don't know anything. I refrained, just barely, from saying that if she had half a brain she could very well figure out for herself that since all non-fiction books are shelved upstairs the non-fiction book she wanted would be shelved upstairs, hypothetically speaking, if it were not checked out and was actually in the building. Helloooo. Get thee to Mordor, thou harpy.

[Oddwen]

Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask.

Or octegenarians. Or women.

I've decided on a comeback, and am waiting to use it again - "Can I have your number?" "I'm number one!" "No, your seven digit number." "A million dollars!"

Temperatures on moving day that exceed 100 degrees. *feels melted*

Try working in fast food, in a building where the air conditioners don't work. I send to Mordor nearly fainting into a Whopper sandwich.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I assign myself. I deserve to be there.

[Macalaure]

In Germany, we have an institution called the TÜV (Technischer Überwachungsverein ≈ Technical Supervision Association). Every two years you have to take your car to the TÜV and let them check it (you aren't allowed to drive it if you don't).

Now this TÜV deserves to be assigned into the deepest, very deepest fiery pits of Morrdorr for not letting my sweet, little Peugeot pass this time.

I have to take it to an auto garage to have it fixed (for an amount of money that makes my stomach cramp...) and let them check it again afterwards.