Ace-Garageguy

UPS. Texted me this AM my water heater would be here today, so I stayed home to make sure the neighborhood porch pirates don't get it. Fine. I can do some catch-up on my paperwork. So now I check the tracking and they say my address is incorrect, delivery "may be delayed". Really? Same address for 10 years, same address as on the order, same address both Home Depot and UPS have delivered to in my name multiple times since I've been here. I AM SO SICK OF CONSTANT INCOMPETENCE THAT INVARIABLY COSTS ME TIME AND MONEY.

"Wings" is how "rings" is pronounced by those with a particular speech impediment.

Sad that there is large segment of the population that doesn't get that joke.

Thing for your thupper if your thinging voith ith up to it.

Watch yer Ps and Qs, or Santa may leave nothing but a lump of coal in yer stocking.

Too bad the name of our planet isn't Mearth. Mearth without art is meh.

Don't leave your keys in the car and then act surprised if it's gone when you come back.

Forum rules wouldn't be compromised, but it's something private I have no wish to share.

"Helpers" in the "mother's little" context reminds me of something that happened when I was a junior in high school, but that's all I'm going to say.

Beer in little icy cold pony bottles used to be the perfect end to a hot workday.

Show us where Mickey's big hand would be at 10 past 3 if you can.

Another misunderstood potential problem is car covers. Anything in contact with the paint for any time, especially after rain or heavy dew, will hold a film of moisture, even the "breathable" covers, and when the sun hits 'em, often times the paint will begin to blister, with rust not far behind. I ruined the finish on my '86 Jag in 3 months before I was aware of this fact.

It seems a lot of folks don't like raw oysters for just that reason.

Like tennis balls in ketchup was an ex's idea of proper meatball taste and texture.

Often because they snoozed through the green arrow while texting something of Earth-shattering importance.

County "code enforcement" truck out in the street as I was drinking my second cup of coffee, went out to meet him, reminded him of what he'd wanted done, showed him the paperwork and tags on the remaining vehicles, everything's fine, I'm once again an upstanding citizen in "compliance". We both smiled, I thanked him for working with me, we shook hands, he drove away. Though I still somewhat resent being told what to do on private property because some busybody Karen complained, I really don't have any gripes with the county guy. No power trip, no pushing authority, very friendly and reasonable attitude. It'd be nice if every interaction with the gubmint went so well.

All true, and here's another piece of advice. The VAST majority of expensive electrical problems on old cars are caused by someone who doesn't understand 6V or 12V DC trying to "fix" a simple problem by hacking in to the harness and doing a bunch of unnecessary rewiring. Look under the dash, under the hood, and behind the trunk liner panels if the car has 'em. If you see a lot of wire nuts, ScotchLok connectors, crimp connectors, electrical tape, odd looking wires dangling, or anything else that's obviously not factory, odds are a chimp has been in it, and getting things to work right will take some real money at some point.

"Clue the clowns!!" shouted the stage director, while the clowns looked at each other and said "ya spose he means 'cue'?"

"Watched pots never boil" so the saying goes, but I've tested it, and lo and behold, they do.

Nightmare jobs are reworking messes made by well-paid chimps, while the owner carps about how long it takes and how much it costs to fix what he's already paid for...twice.

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Lately the cold is making me ache in places I didn't know I had places.

I wouldn't be surprised.