Yeah- swap ‘basic’ home repair for car and you’ve summed up my weekends.

I used to work front desk at a hotel in Asheville. One lady called to book her leaf-peeping trip, and: “Downtown’s so pretty, but have they done anything about those hills?” I assured her we had just installed a marvelous new set of chair lifts.

Anyone else channeling the Simpsons and singing ‘Gov slap, baby gov slap’? No one? Good, because uh, I wasn’t either.

I joined Twitter today, largely due to this.

My high school’s shop would do minor repairs for anyone willing to leave their car with a bunch of teens, for a semester. I’m sure there were liability forms involved!

Late to the party, but I used to work front desk at a mid-range hotel. Nothing fancy, but nice enough to draw in the travelling snoots. One guest repeatedly left her child in the lobby unattended, as apparently I was to serve as babysitter while running the entire desk by myself. My manager spoke with her to no avail.…

-ahem- The music, sir. I believe a Serge Gainsbourg. Perhaps the ‘Ford Mustang’? https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PT6U57…

My first serious relationship post-divorce just weathered it’s first fight. Still trying to explain why ‘I love you’ should not be said in jest, but I don’t know if I’m overreacting. (This was not the crux of the fight, but it came up)

That would dog. I need it.

Thank you for your reasoned, enlightening reply. I wasn’t aware of all the details when I posted.

Blast the damn thing with a fire hose.

Well shit. I hope his loved ones find peace and comfort.

Barbecue? I will trade Austin for Asheville, you guys get speed limits, and call a draw on the politicians (Pat the Rat would fit right in). But NC barbecue? Bless your heart.

How make shame?

I passed one of these on my last run to Asheville. Would dog, would hardware store, would not parallel park. Not that I gave it that much debate...

And a Hoveround.

A GadgetBurner’s sister.

Help by convincing some doctors that a 26 yr old (gadget-sibling) knows when a breast lump feels different than previous cysts, and should be fucking biopsied soon despite her age. Because it was cancer.

They don’t understand. Bless their hearts.

My old car found me. 4 years after I traded the spiteful bastard in, it was parked near me at work. Poor Mark- I never fessed up until the day he quit and stopped to say goodbye.