Disagree. Paying the extra bag chargeand checking the bag is easiest (airports have luggage carts, or they used to). Duffel bags are cheap, and so is shipping on the plane you’re already on. Depends on the route, of course.
Wait, we’re forgetting an important factor here: these are presents from parents.
Airports also have trash cans.
Or maybe there’s a Goodwill on the way… (I’m just used to getting things from mom with comments like “I’m just afraid you’ll get cold this winter, so here are three bulky sweltering sweaters… and look, they have polar bears on them!” or “I remembered that you mentioned learning to play the saxophone thirty years ago, so when Mr. McGillicuddy was cleaning out his garage…”)
Our basement has become the family storage unit. I’ve asked the kids repeatedly to come and get their stuff or at least designate what they want to keep and what they want to go.
Come September, when the weather starts cooling off a bit, I’m ordering a roll-off dumpster from the city and I’m gonna start tossing stuff. Oh, I’m sorry, you wanted to keep that? Well you should have come over the first dozen times I asked.
Do send them a generic photo of a dumpster the week before, and say “This is showing up Tuesday, and your stuff is going in it!”
(that’d get me motivated)
And/or a pic on the day of, with you gleefully tossing that old guitar in.
Extra suitcase is 15 USD. Shipping the same stuff, which is mostly relatively cheap foodstuffs which we can’t get at home, is quadruple the price, probably more.
I decided to only accept the stuff I really wanted, and less of it. My husband bought one small sack of dark chocolate Almond Roca. That’s enough for us. My mom tends to buy in bulk, which we might eventually eat, but only when it is far past the best by date.
Wrangling the luggage is not so bad. Figuring out what to do with it all when we get home is more of a problem.
I have to stop enabling her and stop accepting she buys us.
Some asshole rolled into my beloved Aunt’s quiet suburban neighborhood and emptied their semi-automatic weapon into a neighbor’s house. My Aunt was in the backyard and heard ten loud reports four doors down. Scared the fuck out of everyone. Poor guy who witnessed it was just mowing his lawn and this fucker takes out a gun and starts shooting shit up. One of the bullets ended up in a neighbor’s son’s room.
This POS has already been arrested thank God. Surprise! He was the homeowners ex-boyfriend. I assume recently. Fuck these misogynist psycho domestic violence fuckers. You’re scaring my Auntie. 
And we’re about to go there Friday so I’m really glad the guy’s in jail. I’m not sure I would have felt great walking around outside if he weren’t behind bars.
It’s more than that, you don’t know how a bullet will ricochet or what it will hit, it is potentially endangering anyone in the immediate vicinity, including your Auntie.
[Hijack] So… posted so everyone can pour water on their silly “Me Gots Gun. I Am Groot” fantasy:
If someone starts shooting into your house, you may not legally open a window & shoot back at them. You will be charged and put in jail for this. Also, cops Hate That Shit! Your bullets are going to end up in someone else’s house, possibly them, possibly killing them. [/Hijack]
My older sister rang today, first time we’ve spoken in months, but that’s because I avoid her like the plague as she’s a fucking conspiracy theorist. She’s otherwise intelligent (for varying definitions of intelligence of course) but as she has aged, she’s gotten worse.
And I knew, the minute she mentioned ‘mainstream media’ today that the conversation was doomed.
Fuck’s sake. When I was (much) younger I looked up to my lovely big sister as a wise and worldly person. Now I get off the phone and just laugh at what a fucknuckle she’s become.
Cite? There’s no law I’m aware of forbidding self-defense if the attacker is outside your house and you are inside. You need to be fully aware of what’s behind your target, of course, but given that you can legally shoot back if somebody attacks you while you are outside your house (cf. Rittenhouse) why wouldn’t you be able to do that if you are inside your house?
If someone takes a shot at your house and then runs/drives off… shooting at them is not self defense. Granted you don’t live in my state and I don’t live in yours, but in my state where I’ve lived for decades that is not self defense ( and the DA will charge you ).
If the person who shoots is caught, you shooting back also muddies the waters and may actually help them at trial to possibly get a lesser sentence. It also hurts your civil case if after they are found guilty you go after them in civil court.
It’s the old saw: if some one hits you, don’t hit back… have them arrested & tried… and then go after them civilly. Hard to do, but it gets you the best result.
That’s a different scenario. You originally said:
Shooting at somebody fleeing vs. shooting at somebody actively shooting at you are very different things. If there is any law in any state where the victim being in a house and the attacker being in the street makes a difference to whether the victim may fight back I would be very surprised.
My state is very strict… and I often forget we are all from different states. You probably wouldn’t like it here, but I do. I might not like living in your state, but who knows. The world generally not a bad Audie Murphy cowboy western, where people ride down the street shooting into houses & buildings and where raising your window and shooting after them is just an ‘old west hello’.
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Dear Og, why am I in another gun discussion? I Hate Guns…
Because you made an objectively false claim on a board dedicated to fighting ignorance.
Also, it doesn’t have to be about guns, we could just as well be talking about bows and arrows. The same laws apply.
It is not true in your state or any other that being in your house while defending yourself against an attacker in the street is illegal.
Let’s change the subject then. To me! Me having COVID. I have COVID for the fourth time.
This week from hell started on Monday. My son was sent home from daycare with a rash that looked suspicious for hand foot and mouth disease. We sent a picture to his doctor and the doctor said, yup, it’s hand foot mouth. So we take an emergency 3 hour drive to my parent’s house to drop him off with my parents so that we can still work while my son is out of daycare. That night, I start to feel a little ill, but not too bad. Tuesday morning, I started to feel worse but I was able to power through and get myself home. I didn’t feel like I was getting anything other than a stress cold. That was until I ate dinner and it was, bland. Tasteless even. But, even then, I just thought it was a cold, until I woke up in the middle of the night and remembered COVID existed and tested for it. And I have it.
This is the worst time to have it, obviously. Illness does not strike at convenient times. I have a shutdown at work starting tomorrow. I obviously cannot run the shutdown like I planned. It is a short shutdown and I will miss the whole thing. Oh well.
I think the worst thing right now, other than not being able to work when I want to, is that I can’t taste anything. I’m eating chocolate teddy grahams and they taste like… nothing? Nothing cookies? The texture is there but the flavor is gone. It’s bizarre.
I have Covid for the first time. The loss of smell has been weird. Certain smells are just gone, but others I could still smell. I never lost taste, so I could still have salty/creamy/sweet and appreciate it, but garlic was a nothing. Super weird. Smells are coming back now, but not all at once.
My daughter just got over covid. Some folks at work have just had it as well. Here we go again?
Well, you claim it’s false. ( that you can shoot after people who have shot at your house as they leave In My State).
Fill your hands with Cites, You Lying Son Of A Bitch!.
You know what IS true? That for the exact reasons you gave – laws that first make guns readily available to any violent moron and then encourage victims to shoot back in the name of “self-defense” – gun battles are part of the landscape of the American gun epidemic, something that no other industrialized country in the world suffers. But I’m not going to engage in a gun debate – I’m out.
In trying to be clever, I fear I have out-clevered myself. In the fish department today where I get my black tiger cocktail shrimp, I thought I’d get my usual jumbo size instead of the “extra-jumbo”, because the latter are at least 50% more expensive and none of them are cheap to begin with. But then I was pissed off to find that other than extra-jumbo, all the bags they had were just marked “large”, not “jumbo”, but at the same price as before.
So I splurged on the “extra-jumbo” once again, and when I get home, what do I find? The bag I bought weeks ago that’s still in the freezer is marked “large”, too. It’s now dawning on me, like the first glimmer of sunlight through a morning fog, that other than the super big ones, “large” was all they ever carried.
Did I mention that I have a memory like a kitchen sieve? Yes, I believe I did. Once, maybe twice, maybe three times. Who remembers? It’s memory! Not only do I forget things, but now my memory is playing tricks on me, imagining products that never existed.