Is there anyone in that top picture who isn’t a vile, venal POS? Elevator operator - maybe.

I get them often and believe I may even have had one with something I spit out in it recently.

That’s a bit steep for leg room. ND.

And I really can’t see Brent mugging for the promos and bumpers. Ever. 

I could have predicted that someone dramatic would be dramatic to the extreme on occasion - especially given the pressure of production and extreme budget cuts.

I ran (metaphorically) in here to slam a NP on this one - and then read the description and reminded myself I can only use a daily - and will not be trading in mine for this even though nobody checks anything on the road in this benighted state. And we only get about half a dozen days a year with temps low enough and…

Scumbag who never pays for anything stealing again? No surprise.

Probably Bibigo dumplings as well - sold by Kroger and probably other stores. Just checked the manufacturer. Same one. 

We live in a world where even saying “I’m sorry” to someone implies you’re guilty of whatever it is you’re expressing empathy for.

YEAH!

For a car? Fuck no. I love them and I even don’t hate the color - but I’ll never spend that on transportation. Not ever. ND.

My father traveled for work (by car) so always traded them in at four and got a new one - so I did. This usually worked well for me since I did stay below my means payment wise, and newer vehicles needed little besides oil changes, tires, and basic maintenance.

I’ve got Noel (and Dick) all lined up for tonight! I have a futile crush on Noel. Since the IT Crowd. Which lead to all sorts of rabbit holes. 

I never handled it but handed it to the person (who shot someone) without checking it. Huh? Contradicts self. 

The only footwear I’d happily ruin, so there’s that. 

SO freaking weird! I do like the odd bugs. 

No. That price requires more details. And they’re ugly guzzlers.

I believe it may be more than one a minute lately.

Oh crap - I like it. 

Philadelphia parking garage at the airport. Wrong level. Hours of looking and tears. I was WAY younger than I am now.