Their salty, salty tears...they sustain me.

Have you been to Denmark?

The really damning evidence for me is that a supplier actually called waymo and was like “someone is asking us to build a part that looks like yours”.

A vendor would just about never do this unless the part was so close to identical that they worried about their own liability. EG, obviously copied or stolen. It’s…

Hang in there!

I’d tow this with my LaForza.

It amazes me that some people, like, own Lagondas. Like that’s the car they choose to own and drive and presumably maintain.

I hadn’t been following, so from the outside the Jeep looked okay. Then I checked David’s posts about it, and- Holy crap, that thing’s rust held together by force of will. It’s been fossilized. I imagine him hopping in, looking to his right, and seeing a Trilobite riding shotgun. “Next left, Dave.” It says, flipping…

Nope.

I need a new pair of shoes....

i mean, just your handle. Out of the Grays for life.

Does insurance cover this? And if so, is it the shop’s or the owner’s?

I need a new pair of pants...

Still less creepy than time out dolls.

I’m pinning a note to the corkboard that has our state-required minimum wage poster thing and our reminder to wash our hands that reminds everyone that Tom doesn’t like this sort of thing.