When I was 15 I worked for a catering company that had a small fleet of cargo vans. When heading out to an event, sometimes there would be more than two people in a van that had only two actual seats. My boss would put an empty 5 gallon bucket between the two front seats and have me sit on it. My parents always had…

My mom would always say when I was leaving the house to wear my seatbelt. I would be so confused, like does she know me? I put my seatbelt on to move around the driveway.

You actually did the correct move. If you got into an accident with her unbelted, the bigger issue isn’t her getting injured, it’s your insurance company possibly being unwilling to pay out for her injuries because you were aware that she was unbelted.

A few months ago my wife and I were test driving a Jeep Renegade to replace her previous Renegade that was totaled in an accident. The sales woman was impeccable. She was friendly, polite, and seemingly honest. It was probably the most pleasant experience I’ve ever had with a sales-person at a dealership, but I…

do not understand how people forget to wear a seatbelt

I am just glad, the only one hurt is himself, and not anyone innocent. If some punk kid was driving like that and killed someone in my family and he ended up in critical condition at the hospital, I would have a really hard time not going over there and finishing the job.

I noticed this but it didn’t shock me. Neither did the fact instead of giving himself a clear view out the rear widow, decided to put a damn speaker on the parcel shelf because bass

He wanted to feel the sound even more. Guessing he felt it plenty as that whole box came flying at him.

There’s another problem, too, beyond what Mojonaut brought up. This idiot didn’t die, so now he’s in an intensive care unit following what was certainly major trauma surgery. That’s a $100,000 medical bill and climbing every single day. Since he’s 20 and blowing all his money on Si wheels and crappy speaker boxes,…

I had a friend pull that crap on me. Adamantly refused to wear his belt. I slammed on my brakes at a mere 10 MPH and his face hit my windsheild...he wore his seatbelt after that.

It is 100% someone has to scrape the blood and biomaterial off the road when some non-seatbelt wearing dumbass exits through the window. The roadcrews have a tough enough job as it is, they don’t need further trauma picking up body parts. Plus there is the danger to passengers within the vehicle, like this Irish ad…

The problem in that instance, though, is when the human projectile decides to splatter itself in someone else’s direction, thus causing another accident where law-abiding bystanders become injured themselves.

Not wearing his seatbelt either.

Yeah, that is a good description. Luckily I am big enough that I don’t have to move if I don’t want to and they generally see me coming. It’s kind of like that scene in the princess bride where Fezzik says “Everybody MOOOOOOVVEEE!!” and the crowd clears...

The headline is enough to just start black-out drinking. Done for the day. Take care of yourselves.

Falling down stairs is my number one fear. The Mayan pyramid descent on my honeymoon in Belize was the #1 most terrifying thing in my life. Thank god for Geronimo (that was really his name) our guide who climbed down backward in front of me the whole way and coached me. He was a cool character.

No, I like spiders.

Spiders.

Here’s the thing about the Grand Canyon: it’s a big fucking hole.

How is there not enough room at the Grand Fucking Canyon?!