Yea there is A LOT of playing around at car dealerships, especially those that are in their 20s-early 30s. LOTS of hanky panky. Car dealership girls are pretty easy to close the deal.

I almost placed an order for the MY23 but I’m not putting a deposit down on a vehicle that I’m not able to test drive, sit in or interact with first and there’s none on the lots.

An angry wife pulling a gun on the receptionist of the Volkswagen dealership I worked at. Her husband, one of the salesmen, was cheating on her with one of the receptionists. She showed up and pulled a gun on the one at the front desk. It was the wrong one. In the end nobody got hurt, but that was pretty tense.

This is a damn shame, the Maverick is the only reasonable pickup for sale in the country right now and you simply cant buy one.

In the mid-90s, I saw a 1986 Buick Grand National for sale for $5,000 and I decided that was way too much to pay.

Back in the day I used to sell cars, They had a gravel lot out back with the used beaters, the cheaper old stuff. One night the owners best buddy was drunk as hell, decided to borrow a brand new Ram 3500 dual axle. And go into the the gravel lot to turn some mighty fucking donuts.

A used base model maverick that costs more than a new lariat because of a $15,000 “market adjustment”

Even then, it’s usually a lease.

Yes, I’m sure all of the electrical systems will be gremlin-free. That’s what the British are known for, after all.

No one in this story seems particularly likable...

“Complicate, then add weight.”

So they became like every other luxury manufacturer. I understand the reason, I just don’t like it.

I can get used to the paperless card readers, but I want a goddamn physical menu. You're already passing on your labor costs to me. Don't make me fetch a menu too. 

Fire in the Sky occupies that space for me of “movies you definitely shouldn’t have watched at that age”. I was probably 10 when I saw it and that abduction sequence is burned into my memory. I don’t think I slept right for months. It was awesome.

Nah - fuck paperless menus. That is fast food shit. I kind of got it during the `rona, but now i want a real menu to order from. I think of eating at a restaurant as phone free time. I DO NOT want to get out my phone and deal with your shitty pdf or non web optimized site to look at your food offerings.

If you’re intimidated to do tip calculations in your head, here’s a potentially simple way to do it.

I always like to check the itemized bill and make sure everything made it on there. Not because I think anybody is trying to cheat me, just because mistakes happen. In many places I’m not even getting one which requires me to remember everything we ordered, the prices, add it all up in my head, and apply taxes and…

This would never work in a tipping culture like we have. You need to free up the table so it can be turned and the server can continue to make money. Otherwise you are literally stealing from someone who makes their living off tips. Don’t be obtuse.

“you’ll have to take a few extra steps here in the US.”

Or take a few extra steps to a bar next door and continue your night there.

Ah yes, my great grandpappy said the same thing - his whale oil lamp industry tanked the same day James Garfield was sworn into office. Could not have been a coincidence...