Problem is, rich people DON’T pay taxes if they don't wanna.

Like, maybe the workers themselves could... unite and run such an organization themselves.

Does it count if it’s Elmo that’s causing the quality employees to quit their jobs?

Elmo just can’t stop saying “hardcore”

I’m pretty sure you’re making a joke, but I think it sailed right over my head.

You know, you’re right.  I think Ursa Major opportunity for a diplomatic solution here.

You created this pun-purgatory that you find yourself trapped in. You’re just going to grin and bear it.

I was too, but the whole time I was thinking there’s no way a bear wasn’t trying to get some free dinner.

I was ready to come in here about you abusing my childhood memories playing Sword of Vermillion only to realize I was having my own “Berenstein Bears” moment.

It looks like a Continental GT that Mansory tried to have it’s way with, but the car woke up and fled part-way through Mansory’s... process.

Seriously. It’s like getting upset by someone wearing a shirt that says “Famine is Bad”

Not really a real problem per se, but the windows in my Miata will roll themselves down slightly when opening the door to better clear the window trim. When I close the driver’s door after getting in, sometimes the window doesn’t roll that half-inch back up. It doesn’t do that on the passenger side as far as I can…

It would be a fair response to having microtransactions foisted on you after the fact.

If they wanted people to actually rent these things and spend extra for the privilege, they shouldn’t dress them up in “I’m just renting it” livery. Instant, big, bright, waving poseur flag.

It *seems* like this was what sports people call a bang-bang play. If the officers saw the dude flying down the path and knew there were pedestrians in its path, I think they pretty much did the right thing. Hopefully they had sirens on as well (no sound here).

Those are two very, very different things.

Gonna take a flier - you’re working (or were working) in some sort of regulated manufacturing situation. I can’t decide if I want to put my money on biologics or devices, though.

The real galaxy-brain solution!

Technically, the top of the car *is* higher ground.

This boils down to picking one’s poison.