A couple of years ago I was leaving a bar at closing time, and as I walked around the corner to the front of the bar, this guy came flying out of the window. He landed on some bushes under the window, rolled through them, over a little wooden ledge, and onto the sidewalk, right in front of me.
My immediate reaction was to look up at the window–I thought there’d been a fight, but there was nobody there. I looked down at the guy and asked if he was all right; he just stood up, brushed himself off, and said, “Man, that window is a bitch!”, then headed on down the sidewalk, like nothing had happened.
I still laugh about that one whenever I think of it.
Shayna, I’ve never had an odometer than ran backwards, but I did have one that periodically stuck in one position. Every once in a while, when I pushed the reset button for the trip odometer, both the trip odomoter and the main odometer would stop registering my mileage. They would stick like this for several hundred miles and then randomly start working again. The car was a 95 Isuzu Rodeo.
Zette’s “Love is like popsicles” signature is a variation on a 1978 song by Sweet, “Love is Like Oxygen”. (It might be fairly interesting to learn why the signature reads “to high” instead of “too high”).
Yesterday, I was at KFC for my lunch break, when I realized that the girl behind the counter was a former coworker of mine from my retail days. We had worked in the same department at Montgomery Wards in, oh, '92 or so.
I thought that was fairly interesting.
What was fairly depressing was that is was one of those Oh-shit-she-knows-my-name-but-I-forgot-hers situations. Oh well.
Shayna: I’m not from St.Louis, only been here 3 years. It’s just a stop in our 15 year plan to end up in Madison, WI. That’s actually the only place I feel any belonging to. It was a 5 year stop in my life, which has mostly been 3-6 year stops here and there.
Richiam: people actually drive off with each other’s cars quite often. So personalize your cars with clutter, such as junk hanging off the mirror.
If you come from a small (<2 million)state or country, and you start talking, you eventualy find someone you’ve both met.At the least you find a business or restaurant you used to go to.
I saw a rock group at a 3 day festival in Turku(.fi) in 1970. The band had an English singer that lived over there about 30 years. Now he’s living in Missouri, I talked to him on the phone yesterday. He agreed to an interview but I don’t know where I will publish it. At least I’ll get a copyright for it so I can freely post it anywhere later.
Well, Daniel- I’ll remind you of the “Binghamton Dopers” meeting in Jan. I don’t know how long the trip is, but maybe Funneefarmer can make it down sometime. That would make for a fairly interesting day
I also found it fairly interesting that someone caught a typo in my sig ling. I fixed it.
Zette
Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
Our riding lawn mower was built by Sears in 1971 and has as an accessory to the control panel a cigerette lighter. Always a crowd pleaser to show friends. ( I find it interesting.)
When I decided to do some research on Napoleanic time period, a day or so later, I stopped at a not so promising looking garage sale and took their box marked FREE of National Geographic’s because, well, it’s free and I do read them all. In it was an indepth article on old Boney himself. The same phenom happened again when I wanted to find out more info on a specific island. I picked up the Free box from a garage sale and lo’ and behold, there was a smaller story line on that particular island.
Is that fairly interesting or strange coincidence. OR is it just a message for me to start subscribing to NG?
It would never work for me, I hardly think National Geographic topics. I’ve gone through stacks in garage sales amd have yet to find one book I would read.
I’m totally spooked when my aunt calls me from half the world away and asks me if I’ve been sick and I have. She does not always ask me. My aunt is cool, she had a better sense of humor than my mom when they were younger.
My mom and dad, health nuts, died at age 63. My aunt and her husband, smokers, lived into their mid 70’s my aunt of course still lives.
Once while UndeadDude and I were in the car driving we were trying to figure out what would be a cool phone number to have for spelling out a word. The first thing I thought of was actually a two word phrase, a three letter word (JAM) and a four letter word (ain’t telling) that I put together. We liked it and so I started figuring out what number that would be.
It was the first 7 digits of my social security number, in order. Freaked me out!
Last week, I noticed when stuck in traffic that the headlights of my car were not burning constantly. They were flickering a bit. Over the days, the problem got more noticable as the same thing now was happening with the dashboard lights (no Paradise Pun inserted), the radio display, et cetera.
So I call the garage and tell them I’m bringing it in Friday to check it out. Using all my tech-spec-knowledge (which is close to none), I tell them it’s probably the dynamo (or is the correct English word ‘alternator’ ?). They think so too.
Come friday, and I’m driving my flickering Peugeot to the garage. Straight into the shop, open the bonnet, the tech guy hooks up the measuring device to the battery:
FLAWLESS.
14 Volts of constant, uninterupted recharge. Also, the squeeling noise that the alternator seemed to make at stationairy revs has vanished completely.
So the mechanic says: “Well, just keep on driving it then. Unless you wanna spend 500 guilders on repairing somehting that ain’t broken. Anyway, you’ll know when it’s broken when the cars comes to a complete and total halt once it has blown the alternator and drained the battery.”
I’ll let you know when it does.
Still, the mystery of faulty cars trying their best to fake a good health when at the garage, and the strange similarity this has to human behaviour, are FAIRLY INTERESTING to say the least…
Oh, and it’s a 1996 Peugeot 306 with 41.000 kilometers on it. The alternator SHOULD be just fine and isn’t supposed to be changed untill, say, 120.000 KM’s.
When I was a kid we had a stove that had a habit of shooting one of the knobs off whenever I walked through the kitchen. We’d pick it up off the floor and stick it back on it’s post and it’d be fine until the next time I happened to walk through. My mom found this so interesting, she bought a new stove because of it.
ColdFire–this is the Ziggy(cartoon character)phenomenon.The car only does it when YOU are in it.
I had a cooling fan(electric) burn out in Texas in 100 F degree weather. I had it fixed. Within less than 3 months it burned out again out of town. I drove it home (interstate only, you can’t go slow with no fan), took it to my regular garage. The warranty was good there! I think this spare part warranty has only come in handy a handful of times in the history of car repair.
We have a chandalier (sp?) hanging from our cathedral ceiling. It’s modern looking and enclosed in glass. It has 12 light bulb. In 6.5 years it has never been dusted and we haven’t lost a light bulb yet. We are thinking of letting the bulbs all die on it and replacing the entire thing because neither of us can figure out how to clean it without dragging in a 20 foot ladder. I think the light bulbs are on energizer batteries.
For the last two weeks, my shoe laces have been coming untied. The (tennis) shoes and laces are the exact same as they were before this started happening - haven’t been washed or dusted with talcum powder or any other thing. It happens once or twice a day and it’s not the same shoe every time.
Ever since this first started, I’ve been tying the bows especially tight, but they come untied anyway. I think the last time my shoes came untied spontaneously was like, years ago. My shoes never come untied. What the hell is going on ?!?
Did you know that the only airport in the world to have its own winery is Dallas/Fort Worth?
I thought that was quite interesting
And the world’s only leprosy museum is in Bergen, Norway?
And the building our local Pizza Express is housed in was built in 1193 (yes, 800 years old!)
I once lost my corkscrew and had to live on food and water for several days
(W.C. Fields)
Daniel and Zette: Let me know if you plan on a Binghampton meeting. I’ll be out of state on vacation for most of the month but I could perhaps get there if the scheduling was right.
