Ace-Garageguy

Wow. I could have gone my entire life without knowing about one more mindless "trend".

Reach fer the sky, pardner.

I can second that. They are absolutely beautiful.

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Across from someone who eats noodles through his nose isn't my idea of a great place to be for a meal.

Past experiences involving bench seats are among my fondest memories...like learning to drive in a '63 Oldsmobile just exactly like this one.

Time to drag my old tired bones out the door and down the road, so I'll say bye for now.

Pretty cool, no doubt. But one does have to wonder a little about where the "practical" part comes in.

Words of wisdom. You will bugger something up, guaranteed, and you don't get better by stomping on a model or throwing it against the wall...though there are indeed adults who will still do it anyway.

Patience is often required of healthcare people when dealing with elderly confused and anxious or younger panicky patients.

That was pretty much me today, too, but I did finally drag myself out to do a few errands.

Harrison probably knew what a sentence was, and the difference between a sentence and a descriptive phrase.

Still no shortage of chimps in the car biz. Fixing their messes has kept me busy for 5 decades. How many times a client has told me "there's nothing wrong with it; it's been in 5 shops, they fixed everything, but it just won't run". So waddya expect ME to do? Call in a priest and have him drive out the demons? And then after I correct every single thing the other guys did WRONG, and the car starts and runs like new, the owner balks at the bill because "I told you there was nothing wrong with it; it just wouldn't run".

Sign of idiocy be like...oops, I better not go there, 'cause Googli admonishes me that intelligence and cognitive abilities exist on a spectrum, and there's a wide range of human neurodiversity, so it's apparently no longer possible to just be a stupid fool.

I had been giving my local PO pretty high marks of late, but the last order I got from feePay, the Emhar Bedford wrecker, was left on top of the mailbox, in the rain, where anyone passing could have grabbed it in a second, literally. How this is even possible is entirely beyond my ability to understand. Complaint and photos going to the postmaster's website, and I'm going to the local PO in the morning. Just as well that I've pretty much curtailed online personal shopping, and have parts and materials for work delivered to the shops...but I got stuck paying twice for a $200 order delivered wrong there too, until I could prove to the vendor's satisfaction that the 'delivery photo' submitted by the UPS driver was not our building, or even on the same street. To quote another poster on the board earlier...