I accidentally bought a tie that’s nearly identical to the uniform tie worn by security officers at federal courthouses. When I wear it to court, it never fails to get a mention and occasionally a raised eyebrow.

In nearly 20 years of newspapering, the worst screwup I’ve had a hand in was a paginator’s note to himself in the sports section of my college paper: “Don’t forget to do reefers.”

Of course, it got to print and I, as the editor at the time, had to explain to our bemused ex-state police director of campus security that…

Reminds me why I have no interest in air shows anymore.

Angle of attack or elevator input has nothing to do with the engines. The term “stall” in aviation refers to the aerodynamic failure of an aerofoil to make lift. It has nothing in common with you flooding your mom’s Nova.

Based on the damage to each vessel, I think it’s possible that either could have been at fault.

I’ll see your Weinermobile and raise you a banana car.

It remains among the most bizarre experiences of my life. We basically sold the car to ourselves. It was in such nice shape I probably would have passed on having it detailed and all that jazz if they had insisted. Their only real cost was in transporting it to the lot.

It was 1997 and I was looking for a solid used car, my first, to get back and forth from college. I had some money in the bank and my dad offered to kick in a couple thousand, so we went out looking for a car in the $6,000 ballpark.

These systems are only as good as the people who are supposed to input the data. Clearly that prime directive to make sure the names and seats match gets in the way, but sometimes airline employees just say IDGAF, and most of the time nothing bad happens.

Styling clearly lifted from the Wagon Queen Family Truckster.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever flown on a flight you weren’t officially on.

My buddy one time decided it would be fun to stick the glowing cigarette lighter in my mom’s Subaru into a bowl of red Jell-O we were taking somewhere for some reason. The rest of the time we had that car it had a vague fruity caramel odor.

My family tended toward cloth interiors, but the folded over stopper tab on the end of a center lap belt was satisfying to masticate. The more saliva you worked into it, the more pliable it would become.  

Now I see it. That was worth a second watch.

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I forgot to look for the dog, but the video player is so janky, I just said meh.

When I first saw this I was reminded of such a random near miss.

On the other hand, when I call 911 and report shenanigans I. The “unit block” of my street, the patrol cars tend to show up quickly.

Also “{color} in color.”

Strangely enough, a woman called me at work last week (I’m in a profession where people call you randomly and tell you the darndest things) and told me she had discovered by the side of the highway a dead goat bound by the feet, a decapitated sheep, numerous dead chickens and pigeons and large quantities of bloody…