Or the people who are resigned to the same thing happening again, and don’t feel like paying to fix it twice. I used to think that when I owned a nice car, I would fix every minor scratch that happened to it. Then I actually owned one while living in a city. And the rear bumper got scuffed. And I came to the…

Respect lost. I hate this sort of tax dodging.

Hey, it’s just a car.

Oh yeah...or when somebody asks a question about something that’s literally written in the description, then somebody responds by telling them the opposite.

“I don’t know why this recipe is so highly rated. I made it for my family of five on a crisp January evening after spending all day volunteering at my community book drive. Since we’re trying to eat healthy these days after my husband’s doctor recommended he lose some weight (and of course trying to make sure I raise…

No no...

The questions are the absolute worst.

When my oil arrived there was a big scratch on the label. 1/5 stars. I have no thoughts on the quality of the oil itself.

I’ll just leave this comparison here...BMW M135 hatch vs VW GTI.

People, particularly teenage boys, do incredibly stupid things.

Terrible eyesight.

Yeah, but I don’t read a magazine like Car & Driver because I’m evaluating my next purchase. I read it to live vicariously through the author.

It hurts because it’s true. So very, very true.

I think New York could use a 2nd professional team.

I’ve been considering buying a new Volvo. On the one hand, these comments make me want to buy a Volvo more. On the other hand, being manufactured in South Carolina, with the attendant goal of avoiding unionization, makes me want to buy a Volvo less. And yes, I do factor a company’s societal stance into my purchase…

“Judging by the Google search results, apparently I’m shitty at using Google.”

They probably want to make sure the video is gone for its inadvertent portrayal of an umpire as the rational, professional participant in an argument instead of their usual role as a showboating martinet.

I have as much guilt as the next guy about the times when I come up short as a dad: you lose your temper over some bullshit a little too easily, you get stuck late at work and miss a big game, you prioritize a night out with the wife over a night home with the boys, etc. But there is nothing - and I mean this…

Oh Child, we are still in May. we are so far from Peak Mets. In August, we will look back at this as a simpler, less Mets-y time, and we will laugh at our collective innocence. This is going to get so much worse.

I move that we stop using the term “peak Mets” and switch to the more appropriate “nadir Mets.”