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I know. I’ve had to drag my luggage over everyone else’s and wait to avoid hitting the guy next to me and his wife and kids and dog.

Baggage claim is one of those things that has completely destroyed my faith in humanity. If we can’t get this right, we don’t deserve to make it as a species.

David, you said you wanted feedback on the format. I clicked to page 2, then went up to the URL bar and put in 9 just to get here to make the comment that IT SUCKS and this site is going to see a LOT of lifelong commenter turnover if it sticks around. Sorry to shoot the messenger but hopefully someone reads this and…

Yup. That’s the way the world goes around, I guess.

Dammit.

Is it louder than Satan farting Anvils into a Dumpster?

2 fingers of Scotch during the 4pm daily wrap-up.

“Your manufacturer is your mother’s maiden name, your curb weight is the last 4 digits of your social security number, your horsepower is the 3 digits on the back of your credit card, and your chassis design is determined by your last three utility bills (please upload here).”

Where does a breakfast Hot Pocket fit in? OOH it’s a pseudo-sandwich so... France, however, OTOH it’s also undeniably an American “innovation”.

excuse me. just to clarify. the joke is...that this grown, adult human...licks a toilet seat. in an airplane. and that is the prank they're playing on humanity? do they know...that they had to lick an airplane toilet seat to do this prank? and that it's on the internet so when their 15 minutes are done and they need…

AHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS

There’s a restaurant in Columbus, Texas, with the most FANTASTIC buttermilk pie. Whenever we’re traveling between Houston and Austin, we make a point to stop and get a slice. 

Awfully similar to buttermilk pie, a staple from my po-white-trash Southern childhood.

Not to throw a wet blanket on everything, but this is one area where you really need to know your food’s source.

The best video conferences are audio-only.

People who actually live on the border want neither the wall nor Trump.

You never get it out. I remember when I was a kid and a friend of mine was in the car. He went quiet, and after a while my mum asked him if he was feeling OK - the answer was a shake of the head, which evidently exacerbated the issue, because the next thing he did was throw up straight into the window. The splashback…

The last time my kid got sick in the car, I handed her the small cooler bag I used to take my lunches to work. The bag died a noble death so that I would not have to smell barf in my car.

Ah yes. The rear-facing Barf Bench. Only slightly better than the rear-facing jump seats in the Subaru Brat which also exposed you to the elements.