Vaguely-relevant mostly-uninteresting anecdote: when TSA Pre was fairly new, and I had just started a new job that involved a fair bit of travel, one way to get Pre-ified was to sign up for Global Entry.
...which has what to do with Greyhound v Amtrak?
First time I was ever hit on by a guy was in the restroom at a Greyhound bus station. I saw him get forcefully escorted out soon thereafter.
I’ve found the phrase “pay it forward” to be quite useful here. People know immediately what it means.
I barely feel comfortable at 90mph in my (reasonably) stable long-wheelbase straight 6 LJ.
I recall once driving through fog after a snowstorm and having to turn my headlights off to be able to see.
He was certainly talking to the master of “I can do no wrong, it’s everyone around me who’s incompetent”.
Sometimes.
Last year I wrote briefly about one of my favorite hitchhikers, Solomon, who I picked up as I was headed home from the Toledo Jeep Fest.
That’s a work of art.
I get to shift many, many times a day. How many times each day do you get to go 0-60 in 4.2 seconds?
That gorgeous FSJ (Cherokee, probably?) and all you can say is there are a lot of RTTs at the show?
There’s a project CJ-2A near me that’s begging me to...shit, no, it’s been sold.
The image was not yet visible as I scrolled down and I was concerned that somehow you had seen inside your child.
Do we have to have this conversation Every. Single. Time?
I got you beat. Read the letters to their mothers.
Deleted because I’m just grumpy.
They are talking about it of course. And of course it isn’t necessary.
That is a work of art.