They sound so much cuddlier when you call them “palmetto bugs” instead of flying cockroaches.
I lived in the tropics between the ages of 4 and 7, and I’m still unwilling to live anywhere that doesn’t freeze in the winter. All that profusion of life needs to be kept in check or you get kudzu and giant bugs.
Currently, he is trailing the cheesecake, with strawberries, option by quite a lot – but still, by less than everyone else.
Venice, maybe?
Even though it’s not privately owned it is legal to drive a M1 Abrams on the road under certain conditions. I have driven a M1 tank on a roadway.
Yes I had a military driver’s license that had a M1 family of vehicles endorsement.
Neil Young has a turbine powered '59 Lincoln.
Just because it’s not street legal doesn’t mean it hasn’t been driven on the street. In racing, we use jet engines to help dry the track after a rainstorm. Some of those “tracks” are actual streets on non-racing days.
But that does not constitute a “turbine-powered” vehicle. I suppose it is kind of an open question as to whether a jet car is turbine-powered, according to the intention of the poll.
True. And yes, I was also thinking about a couple of jet cars that still exist and are seen on the track during historical events. Those, I haven’t driven.
Well how about that, I had the California Dreamin’ lyric wrong…fooled by the tense change maybe.
I got California Dreamin right just because I’ve read about the meaning of the lyrics before.
I posted the California Dreamin’ question because it was today that I learned that I had it wrong for the past five decades.
mmm
What’s the correct answer?
Various lyrics sites have it as “pretend to pray” for versions by the mamas & the papas, the beach boys, and sia (the ones I looked at).
Well, whaddaya know.
I just listened, and Denny sounds like he could be singing “began,” but in the backup echo it’s clearly “pretend.”
For what it’s worth, I also always thought the preacher “locked the door.”
Pretend to pray is consistent with the cynicism found in the very next lines:
You know the preacher like the cold
He knows I’m gonna stay
the only reason the singer is in the church to begin with is to stay warm, not engage in religious observances.
Switching seats would largely depend the family 's attitude. If they ask politely and deferentally, I would probably switch - I wouldn’t want my small child sitting next to a stranger, either. But If they’re assholes and demand I switch seats, suddenly, it’s SEP.
I was in a hotel some years ago, going to the elevator, when a ten-ish-year-old lass ran up and hit the button. We rode it down together and I felt a bit nervous about being alone in the elevator with her, because, OMG, an adult stranger and a young girl, alone in a strange place. Parents can be really paranoid about things like that (if they see it).
No, no, that’s another song:
"What a field day for the heat
Cows and people in the street…"
mmm
This same thing happened to me a few weeks ago. I was descending in an elevator by myself, when it stopped at a floor and some girl who was maybe 8 years old came in, hit the button for her floor, and it was just the two of us. My first thought (other than, “where are your parents?”) was to look upwards for the ceiling camera in the elevator for reassurance that I would have video proof that I didn’t do anything wrong during the ride. And even still, like you, I was a bit nervous. Sad that this is the kind of society that we live in today, but it is what it is.
I wrote that it depends.
I’m one of those folks that travels enough to get a preferred seat for free, but I’ll play along with the idea that I’ve paid for such a seat.
First, if I’ve paid for a preferred seat, I’ve also chosen that seat. That’s how it works. You don’t pay extra fro a preferred seat and then just show up at the airport expecting someone will put you in a preferred seat.
Second, if someone is sitting next to me, they are also in a preferred seat, so someone chose the seat for the kid.
Third, if in fact, the family didn’t pick seats at booking, then they’ve established a monetary value they place on assuring they can sit with their kid (and its probably around a hundred bucks). So the argument that they absolutely have to sit with their kid kinds of takes a hit, with a monetary value attached to the child’s safety.
Finally, if approached to change seats, I’m only going to consider it if it is like for like (or better). So, if they have a preferred aisle seat and I have an aisle (or a middle or window), then sure, let’s do it. If they have a middle seat in the last row, now way Jose.