Category: Dick Move

Dick Mo- … Oh, Honey, NO.

Posted on
Oct 27, 2009

I really wanted to write a Dick Move! post about the crazy gal we encountered in NYC’s Meat-Packing District, but in the end I just wanted to toss a sweater over her shoulders, tell her that she was better than this, and threaten to call her mother. Rand and I were wandering around the west…

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Dick Move, Stratford Inn

Posted on
Sep 29, 2009
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I’ll confess – I’m beginning to worry that roughly a quarter of all my posts are Dick Moves. Am I growing impatient with humanity? Is it impossible to avoid frustration and Dick Moves! while traveling? Are we too stressed as a society to be nice to one another? I’m not really sure. My husband rarely…

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Dick Move, Petty Thieves of Belltown!

Posted on
Sep 21, 2009
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Dude. Duuuuuuuude. Seriously, I’m so effing angry/shocked/bemused, I’m having trouble writing this post. But I will write it. I MUST write it. Because, gentle reader(s), you must know about this Dick Move. Especially if you take road trips. Or go anywhere in your car. Remember how I said never to leave anything in your trunk?…

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Dick Move, Food Court Lady!

Posted on
Aug 28, 2009
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I’ve noticed how easy it is to find material for “Dick Move!” posts, and it has me slightly worried. Are people just universally dicks? Does travel bring out the worst in people? Am I hyper-sensitive because I try really hard to be nice and don’t understand why old ladies are ALWAYS TELLING ME OFF? It’s…

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Dick Move, Garden Center Lady

Posted on
Aug 18, 2009
Posted in: Dick Move, WTF

Okay, so first off, apologies for a dick move on my part: I realize that postings have been rather slow as of late, and I’m truly sorry if I’ve disappointed either of my readers (Hi, guys!). I’ve been rather busy, and totally blocked (seriously, I tried posting about my friends’ wedding roughly 4 times with no…

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Dick move, Knitting-needle Lady!

Posted on
Aug 12, 2009

A few months ago, we flew back from Boston (and boy were our arms tired! No … seriously. My bag was kinda heavy). During the flight, I noticed the woman in the window seat across the aisle from us looking frantically for something after the crew had come to pick up trash. She was upset,…

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