It seems like we all forget the bad advice and remember the good!

I can’t speak to other branches of service, and I don’t know what the policy is now, but the Army wasn’t taking anyone over 35 when I was in the service.

I’m in my forties and until last year had a pile of Cosby stand-up albums on vinyl. Hand-me-downs from both of my parents who independently collected them before meeting each other.

It seems that I didn’t communicate my position adequately. In any case, I’m not disagreeing with you.

Your story check out.

Your interpretation is absolutely equally valid. But to my eyes, he looked like the thought he was at The Gap.

You have to admire his discernment as a thief. Picks up something he knows isn’t his, unfolds it so he can take a critical look, decides that it’s good enough to steal, and then re-folds it before strolling out.

I imagine in part because people behave differently at different stages of life. Young white couple move into a historically black neighborhood, thinking it’s cool or edgy or just that they can get more house for their money. Then they have kids and move to the suburbs. As the kids get older, the neighborhood…

Even if your significant other has very little experience playing video games, they’ll still have a good time with the story. It might take some adjustment before they really get the hang of moving the camera with the right joystick while walking with the left one, but for the most part, the learning curve is not very…

Counterpoint: I don’t like hoppy beer.

I gather that they’re sending the scans (photographs?) that are produced in the ordinary course of electronic sorting. The only additional burden that you put on the USPS by opting in to this is the marginal cost of one more email (with a few low-res black and white attachments) per day.

That means a lot coming from a pope!

My high paranoia, for some reason, is always that “everyone will know that you’re high!”

I was stationed in Korea. There was a guy, Mr. Lee, who ran a street food booth in the bar district of the little town outside the base. First time you bought a corn dog he’d ask your unit. He’d write it on the dog with mustard (or ketchup, of you’re gross), and would always remember your unit on subsequent visits.

In all sincerity, I admire you for clarifying and being reasonable. Kudos.

Right, because the only two options are police who behave like criminals, or no police.

No. Cramming your beliefs down a strangers throat in lieu of a tip is selfish, and confers value on the wrong person in the transaction.

Hey everybody! It’s didn’t-read-the-article guy!

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