You can’t tell me what to do. Also, I just use the OneTab chrome extension when it gets too much.

Not me, but my mom told me when she visited Ireland, unused to driving on the left, and also to the incredibly tiny roads in the countryside, and also to all the huge hedges lining those tiny roads, she returned her rental car with most of the paint scraped off the side by branches. And surprising the rental company…

Wake me up when they open a Cardcaptor Sakura cafe.

This is why I don’t think we’re ready for self-driving cars. Presumably they’ll get around by GPS? And my Garmin is always telling me to turn left on the highway when there’s no off ramp in sight, or taking me to the dentist’s office instead of the mall.

“...there seems to be at least some target market for rural-area 16-17 year-olds who need to be able to drive legally...” So, farm kids who need to drive to get to school because there’s no local public transportation/work on the farm. Same as in the U.S

Apparently you’ve never heard of the Great Horse Manure Crisis of 1894.

I remember when my mom was dropping me off for my first year of college we got pulled over on the highway. My mom was swearing under her breath it was only because we had out of state plates. She had her hands wrapped tight around the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white, stared straight ahead, refused to…

I’ll say what I always say to people who complain about fahrenheit. It’s not supposed to be for science stuff. It’s supposed to be used for telling the weather. a.k.a zero is typically about as cold as it will usually get, and 100 is about as hot as it will usually get.

So, how fast does it actually go, do you know? My commute is mostly 30-40 speed limit, (with people usually doing 40-50).

Now, I’m no cow expert, but that doesn’t appear to be a full-sized cow. So take note: the back seat of a Honda Civic is child-sized only. 

“I’ve told them about rising sea levels and melting ice caps, and I told them that they can help prevent all that by recycling Twinkie boxes.”

My Fusion was in an accident before I owned it, and the power driver seat no longer works right. If you try to raise the seat, only the right side of the seat lifts, so you’re tilted on a pretty severe angle and the whole left side of the seat is crushed against the door.

I had a dog who was very polite, wouldn’t eat human food unless we told her it was okay. I’d drop a carrot on the floor for her, she’d look at me, then I’d say “It’s a dog carrot”, then she’d eat it.

There’s an intersection near my house shaped like an ‘F’. I drive up the tail and then turn right onto the top cross street. I can’t even tell you the number of times someone has turned directly from their left turn lane into my right turn lane, aka, oncoming traffic, nearly hitting me head on, so that they can turn…

Same. My letter basically said “What is it? An airbag that could kill you. What should you do? Literally nothing. We’ll send you another letter when you should do something.” No new letter.

So my brother’s a big fan of the Civilization games, but he’s currently living in a rural area with super spotty internet. If I gift him that Mars game, is he in the clear once it’s downloaded? Or does he need internet to play?

I recall a situation where I needed to get to a job interview, didn’t have a car, no friend free to take me, no bus route going in that direction. Well, I’m a generally fit person so I said I’d bike, and pack interview suitable clothes in a backpack and change in the bathroom. Well, I gave myself twenty minute buffer…

The road I take to work has been under construction for an entire year now (the only other route home is longer and also under construction) and the left lane is the lane closed, so if I get over to the right, I’ll hit instant gridlock. No moving at all. Then everyone zooms past in the left lane until there isn’t any…

I once almost accidentally ran my car off the highway because I was distracted watching the Goodyear blimp floating over a cornfield. Not my best moment.

We had all of my great aunt’s mail delivered to our house, and then after sorting out all the crap, delivered it to her ourselves once a week. To this day, I still can’t believe some of the stuff they send to these vulnerable old people. Most of them had their crazy claims written on the outside of the envelope too so…