My grandpa was a farmer and always had a pickup, and the pickup was for work. They had a sedan they drove to church, visit people, etc. It would have been unthinkable to not have a pickup, but it would have been considered rude to drive your pickup anywhere you wouldn’t show up in your dirty jeans and muddy work boots.

I’m Team Let Them Race. No blue shells, though. Those things are BS.

This is probably a cold take, but stop, stop, STOP! with headlines about what *I* missed during the whatever. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t; you don’t know.

Project Euler is my go-to for learning a new language.

I don’t disagree at all. It’s a tool in the toolbox.

I hear you. But your bank is tracking less data?

I’m also to quick to point out that, in the end, life isn’t fair.

I may not treat my kids equally, but I do treat them fairly.

1) I don’t buy their story. Did these alleged friends they were visiting not have power? I will bet money, based on the BS story and the parking job that they were drunk.

That’s tough on the receiving end. Definitely sucks. But remember that the server can get into serious trouble, and are usually trained to deny service if they are unsure. I can see where some would error on the side of caution.

I’m pretty easy.

Hypothetical anyway. Can’t put the seat back in coach without breaking my knees.  No exaggeration. 

Settle down, Bagel Boss.

Yep.  I’m not afraid to push your seat right back up, and not gently, if you pull that s--t.

Doesn’t matter if you want to, or if I want to let you. It physically does not work. The decision has already been made by geometry and physics.

But if you look back and the passenger appears to be a starting center for the New York Knicks, take your finger off of that recline button. ... Think of the perils of being in coach when you’re 6-2 with legs some 40 inches long.

Because the only amount of money that matters is “more.’

Be very afraid of anyone who conflates “loving” with “blindly agreeing.”

I agree with all of this article (see my other reply). It’s right on regarding etiquette. But I’m gonna push back on the notion that always pops up that photography is antithetical to “being in the moment.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Save it for the reception. Those are better moments anyway.