Wow, that sucks. Here, KTVU still carries half the Giants games and KICU takes about half the A’s.
I just did exactly this in January of this year. Not in Mayberry, either … in Baton Rouge, LA.
Bordelond, when my dad and I were in an accident near Fort Collins CO earlier this year my dad was told to file the report online. Maybe they don’t do that everywhere yet. It can be a pain if the PD doesn’t have a user friendly site.
Remember when you only needed one trash can and could throw anything and everything into it? Nowadays you have to have at least three.
I’m all for recycling, but sometimes it is very annoying.
Trilobites?! Luxury!
When we were young we had to suck through the primordial ooze, just hoping to find a few loose chains of amino acids for sustenance.
Amino acids? Ooze? You had it easy. Back in the day, when we needed water we had to go out and bang hydrogen and oxygen atoms together.
You think you’ve got trouble with the range in supermarkets? I’m the poor bastard who has to put it all on the shelves!
The tinned food- specifically the canned soups- are the worst offenders. Oh, how I hate them!
Indeed, I have nicknamed the aisle full of tinned vegies, fish, and soup “Castle Can-A-Lot”, and have further told anyone who will listen that “It is a silly place”.
Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, reminiscing about the Good Old Days. Well, they weren’t always so good… Cars were steam driven, as I recall, and it used to take six 20c piecs to make a dollar. And we had to used the word “Dickety” because the Kaiser had stolen our word “Twenty”, although I do recall tying an onion to my belt (as was the fashion at the time). 
Seriously though, buying stuff was a lot easier… either you had cash, or you paid by cheque. A couple of people had Credit Cards, but they were newfangled and not everywhere accepted them.
There was no “Light” option for food- and “Diet Coke” was widely mistrusted as a leg-pull of some kind.
There were only two TV channels, until I was about 8 or 9, when we got a 3rd one. There was no such thing as “Pay TV”.
There was only one kind of coffee, and it was served with two sugars and milk.
“Ethnic Cuisine” meant going to the Chinese Take-Away/Fish & Chip Shop (they were usually both).
An “In-Car Entertainment System” was either a Tape Deck with an AM/FM radio or, if you were really lucky, an obliging girlfriend. 
Taking a flight somewhere- even Internationally- simply involved showing up at the airport with the appropriate airfare and your passport (if required) at some point before the plane was due to depart.
There were no security measures at all on internal flights, and you’d practically have to be carrying a rocket launcher on an international flight before anyone got too concerned.
A “Blackberry” was a type of fruit.
I’ll think of more, don’t you worry…
Medical insurance was much easier.
You went to the doctor, you told your doctor who your insurance was. Your doctor sent the bill to the insurance company, and the insurance company paid it. If there was a problem, your doctor’s staff could sort it out.
Now you go to the doctor, you present your HIPAA-compliant non-SSN identification card with the disclaimer on the back (this card is not considered proof of coverage; to determine eligibility contact the hotline at…). Your doctor’s staff records it, attaches AMA-designed year 2006 CPT codes ennumerating the procedure and an ICD-9 code describing the diagnosis (not to be confused with ICD-8, so be sure you have your updated manual) and prints it on a federally-regulated HCFA form so it can be sent to the insurance company, who then reviews the claim for code compliance, pays the allowable percentage minus your cost share/co-pay, prints a massive 500-patient voucher, prints a computer check form designed to expire before you get it, and promptly mails the check to the wrong address. If queried, the insurance company will deny ever knowing anything about you and will require a signed-in-triplicate HIPAA release form in order to even confirm that you exist.
In Quebec, they like to drink spruce beer. Like ginger ale, this was once an alcoholic drink that became a carbonated pop. Probably due to the Catholic church. Probably tastes as bad as pine cooldrink. 
Actually, corded phones were electric, it’s jsut that they operate(ed) on a small charge sent through the wire by the phone company, not on house curent. This led to another advantage of corded phones: they still work when the power goes out locally, because the phone company’s power source is either their own generator or a different circuit… Cordless phones won’t work when the power to your house is out, period.
My young friend, you are SO new to this world. Why, i remember when hydrogen and oxygen atoms were newfangled contraptions that only the rich families in town had. 
I once found that if you like a candy cigarette, and then blow it out, it tastes like toasted marshmallow!
Remember bulk food bins? Our local grocery store had these big barrels with candy, peanuts, goldfish crackers, raisins-you name it. You had a scoop, you filled a bag, and it cost so much a pound.
They had to take them out because people were just stealing from them (just eating from them, not thinking it was stealing), or throwing TRASH in them.
BTW, the old cordless phones were a pain in another way-if someone in your area had a police scanner radio, they could hear cordless conversations.
My grandfather used to say how spoiled we are to have a universe. In his day there nothing.
Not even verbs!
Took my 7 year old to the National Gallery of Art (DC) last week.
He thought the sleek telephone booths near the people-mover were the coolest thing ever. He’s of an age where Superman having no place to change isn’t even in his consciousness.
We still have them here… the supermarket I work at does, as does every other supermarket in both Australia and New Zealand that I’ve been into.
You are my Newest, Greatest Hero.
They’ve got them in many supermarkets here in NJ, too. Wegman’s comes to mind. I have not noticed trash in any of them; whether this is due to the high quality of shopper, or the vigilance of the store employees, I have no idea. I imagine there might be a certain amount of pilferage, especially by children who have not been taught differently. The same might be true of the fruits and vegetables you bag up yourself. I’m sure the prices are set to take this into account.
Yeah, but that only started a couple of years ago. I’ve bought a fair amount of computer games in the last several years, and the vast majority did not require online registration.
What’s funny is when modem software insists on registering online. If I could go online already, I wouldn’t have gotten the bloody stuff!
Buying alcohol and cigarettes. Remember, they didn’t always card 80 year olds.