Tacky and trying WAY too hard.

Inflation is a thing. For both prices and wages - my base salary is up ~$30K since 2019. 

We homos don’t want the asshole either.

And here we have most punchable face in the Senate. Which given the competition includes Josh Hawley, is really, really saying something.

My dumbest recall was for my ‘00 Saab 9-5 wagon. The airbag warning sticker on the sunvisor was too easy to remove. The sticker that I yanked off of there 5 minutes after I bought the car, and told my service writer that if they replaced it I would break his fingers. 

The reality is they simply will not take your car in trade if they are going to have to sit on it, so if you are like most people who need to do that to buy a new car, you aren’t getting the new shiny.

The door plug didn’t “fail”. Some idiot on the assembly line didn’t put the bolts in that kept it from opening. Not a design failure or a materials failure, a human failure and especially a documentation failure. And a failure on the part of the airline to not investigate why the airplane kept giving pressurization…

All this is why I am rebuilding my 1984-vintage Chas Roberts Road rather than spending the price of a used car on a new bike. 

I feel like I would be more likely to throw a tantum if I *hadn’t* missed a flight on Frontier. Crazy bitch got lucky, and she doesn’t even realize it.

Isn’t “rubbin’ ‘racin’? I saw that in a documentary once. Had some famous guy driving the car.

Did you read the article? It’s just the computer program shortening N/A to just N when it prints the ticket. So I would assume that EVERY redlight ticket has an N there regardless of what shade of human you are.

It’s a red light camera ticket. They don’t have any of that information other than what is in the DMV database as the registered owner of the car. Also presumably why they put N/A on the ticket in that spot. If a cop was filling it out on the spot, I assume they would put your actual race in there along with the rest…

Oh yes they will put out a bench warrant for you if you don’t pay it, at least in Florida. A red light ticket turns into a REAL ticket if you don’t pay it, OR if you contest it. Nice little racket they have going there, and my being behind a truck so I couldn’t see that the light turned cost me $240. Pay the cash, no…

I’ve had some great conversations on airplanes, but it’s a rare thing. I am usually nose in my phone reading a book the whole flight, or sleeping. And on long hauls business class “pod” seats do not encourage fraternization anyway.

I am nowhere near polite enough to not just wake them up - if I gotta go, I gotta go, and at 55 my bladder is roughly the size of a large peanut.

The Mile High Club seems like a lot more fun way to pass a flight, if a tad bit riskier and generally needing a partner.

Well, you hope so at least. In both youth and advancing middle age, - sometimes you don’t. Sigh.

And me. I don’t move. I wake up in the same position I fell asleep in. If I change position, I wake up, roll over, and go back to sleep. Bed partners have reported the same - I don’t move. I also never remember having dreams. I never had nightmares as a kid. Very occasionally I have a very vague impression that…

Now that wasn’t very “Minnesota Nice” of her. But maybe he deserved it?

So a vehicle that sells in tiny numbers outsells the other vehicles that sell in tiny numbers? Yawn.