TIL I need to make a point to fill out the workorders as soon as the parts come up. Because I have the organizational skills of a tornado and will definitely lose track of my E36 M3.
TIL I need to make a point to fill out the workorders as soon as the parts come up. Because I have the organizational skills of a tornado and will definitely lose track of my E36 M3.
This past weekend I learned why I have a different front door than the other three units and why the living room door has some massaging with frame repair. Previous tenant was operating a grow house. Thanks MPD. There is a certain irony given my former roommates retirement from the force led to my apartment search.
Reading about Les Miles.
"Later on, Kathy Miles whispers about her husband, “He drives like his dad.” There’s a story here, Les says. While growing up in Cincinnati, Miles’s father taught him to drive at age 13. Hope Miles sat in the passenger seat of his Chevy Impala, handed his son the keys and told him, “If you don’t drive 50 miles an hour, you’re wasting my time.”
In reply to Wally :
I used to ride buses almost exclusively when I arrived in D.C. but I worked all the way out in bum berkeley. If the ride on didn't show it was another half hour wait. Once in torrential rain with no shelter the driver arrives 29 minutes late. A little upset I politely asked why. He pointed to the rain right as the next scheduled bus passed us. To which I could only refrain well he's on time.
Thankfully a Metro employee on her way home stopped and gave me an umbrella 2/3rds the way through my soaking.
Ride on Montgomery county blew balls.
In reply to nutherjrfan :
That long of a wait should have been caught and corrected. Most of my complaints are around 8-10 minutes but a couple of people today didn’t seem to notice Twitter time stamps their tweets and complained before the bus was due. “The wait is still to long because it’s cold out” is now a complaint too.
TIL that real life has "goodie rooms" if you're rich and famous enough. And you don't even have to fight a powerful boss baddie afterward!
TIL: Reading comprehension is not a skill that everyone has. Some people can look at a document and just... fail to see that every step they need to follow is laid out in perfect order.
TIL "For What it's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield is not actually about the Vietnam War. It's about the Sunset Strip Crufew riots.
https://www.npr.org/2019/02/20/693790065/buffalo-springfield-for-what-its-worth-american-anthem
It was also written in about 15 minutes and recorded in one night.
TIL that my 4 year old nephew is afraid of my Miata because of the red tow strap on the front. His own words. Not the fact that its loud as berkeley.
TIL that yesterday I was full of crap! A bourbon fest last night combined with coffee this morning has had an effect on that situation. Maybe this should be in the Minor Confessions thread?
NickD said:TIL that my 4 year old nephew is afraid of my Miata because of the red tow strap on the front. His own words. Not the fact that its loud as berkeley.
When I was four years old, my uncle had a 1936 Ford Coupe. I loved that car because it had a rumble seat and he would let me sit out there by myself. There was nothing that I would rather do.
But I would never, ever walk around to the front of the car when it was parked in the garage. I was absolutely terrified of the giant 36 Ford headlights that were right at eye level. Terrified. I would run past the front of the car to get to the end with the rumble seat.
And for some reason, I was fascinated by those little steps on the back.
wae said:TIL: Reading comprehension is not a skill that everyone has. Some people can look at a document and just... fail to see that every step they need to follow is laid out in perfect order.
I have learned that way too many times recently.
TIL that my daughter's laptop power supply is basically the adult version of Lego when you step on it.
Woody said:NickD said:TIL that my 4 year old nephew is afraid of my Miata because of the red tow strap on the front. His own words. Not the fact that its loud as berkeley.
When I was four years old, my uncle had a 1936 Ford Coupe. I loved that car because it had a rumble seat and he would let me sit out there by myself. There was nothing that I would rather do.
But I would never, ever walk around to the front of the car when it was parked in the garage. I was absolutely terrified of the giant 36 Ford headlights that were right at eye level. Terrified. I would run past the front of the car to get to the end with the rumble seat.
And for some reason, I was fascinated by those little steps on the back.
What's interesting in that his logic for why the towstrap scares him is that, again in his own words, "it should be on the back." Which makes it sound more like a minor annoyance and less than a legitimate fear.
TIL that Twizzlers can go bad. I had to mount a search expedition under a customer's driver seat for a missing wedding ring and found a moldy Twizzler. I didn't think there was any organic matter to mold in them. This man must have lived on a steady diet of Twizzlers and french fries, judging by what I found under there.
If you’re going to send snarky emails to someone with a common last name make sure you’re not inadvertently sending them to a similarly named boss’s, boss’s, boss. Also that I work for someone that doesn’t know my name.
TIL that I absolutely have to remove the skidplate from my Subaru when I change the oil if I don't want to make a mess.
The sad thing is I already knew that already, but had minimized the actual mess in my head.
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