My parents were not wealthy, but years ago after a series of older used junkers they decided to splurge on a nicer lightly-used car. Dad’s boss said “Go to Potamkin Cadillac in the City, they’re great. I get all my cars there”. So he bought a sparkling 2-year-old Cutlass. Thing was a piece of shit. Broke down…

Dealer harassed me in person and on phone to change the serpentine belt on my car, even though I had only put 30,000 miles on it in six years. A near thousand dollar job. My local mechanic around the corner laughed at him. Car is 13 years old, 63K miles, still has original belt.

In late 2004 my wife wanted a “real” second car as she refused to drive my purple, flame-decaled, glasspack-exhausted ‘65 Ford wagon if her minivan was in the shop or otherwise unavailable. So we saw a dealer ad for PT Cruisers - leftover ‘04s for $11,000. I called, asked if this price was real, did they have the…

I live in New York City and have driven old convertibles for close to thirty years, despite the fact that there are generally about 12 days a year to enjoy them when it’s not too hot / not too cold / not raining/ going somewhere with the Missus and she doesn’t want to mess up her hair. It’s kind of stupid.

I suffered a similar loss when the Missus came home from Trader Joe’s without the requested bags of pickle-flavored popcorn, and advised that it is no longer offered. The sadness.

“By pretty much every metric the greatest postseason player ever is carlos beltran.”

I would have loved to hear what the older ladies in Long Beach who wanted a cool old car to cruise around town bought. I was actively considering grabbing the ‘58 Chevy in NJ that was one of the recommendations.

I’ve also found that service people in the USA expect to be treated better than everyone else

Ugh, as if beggars aren’t bad enough, now I have to engage in wordplay with them? I like to limit my engagement with the Bad Life Decisions Crowd to “Got any spare change?” “No.”

Really? I was there with my wife in October, stayed in the hotel catty-corner from the arena and the Gibson factory. We walked all around there every day and night and never felt unsafe. I’ve lived in NYC my entire life (I’m 50); I guess having made it through the Koch/Dinkins era things look different for us.

My wife and I did a long weekend in Memphis last year because I am an Elvis nut. It was great, we drove all over and ate at random places and went looking for antique shops and no one bothered us. I loved it and the barbecue was awesome.

What the hell does that even mean?

My Dad used to drive a limo for a wealthy business owner. I caught a ride home with him one time when it broke down in a curvy on-ramp for the Gowanus Expressway one time. The glee on other drivers’ faces as they passed us was hilarious. “Hahahaha! Look at those rich assholes stuck!” Except, you know, he was a…

You are spot on. I’m not wealthy, just an upper middle class type with a decent income. And I regularly walk around NYC with like $3 in my wallet. And I don’t even have an ATM card! I’m old so I’m not going out for beers after work (unless planned), I bring lunch from home, and if I need anything I can use a…

My company has a “use it or lose it” vacation policy. And I actually agree with it. Vacation is meant to be time away to rest, recharge, have some fun, get away for a while. It’s not an adjunct to your 401K, it’s not a fucking retirement plan. People saving days up for 12 years and then expecting a $20,000 bonus…

But... I was told industry consolidation would reduce prices through efficiencies and result in lower prices for me!

I want to love PBR. It tastes good, it’s dirt-cheap, I like the whole aesthetic. But the gastric upset the next day, every time. So much diarrhea.

Ad agencies are 2/3 female-staffed.

In pre-9/11 New York City, a white guy in a suit could go practically anywhere. We used to go drinking and then urban exploring. Wandering around public buildings, film sites, bridges, arenas, hotel ballroom parties... it was great. My favorite was emerging from blackout state to find myself petting a police horse…

I am regularly shocked when I go to a store and see them advertising big sale prices like $18.99 for a frickin’ 12-pack. I want to go back to the 80s when I was splurging on an $8.99 case o’ Bud.