Same here, but rural Utah. Everyone knew it was better to thrown clear of a wreck through a window (yep, no). Since about 1987 I’ve never not worn a belt.
This summer a NJ family lost five of its six members in a car wreck on I-95-- none of them were wearing a seatbelt in their mini van. The mom, the only survivor, is a freakin ER trauma nurse – WTH? An official remarked that most, if not all of them, would have survived if belted in.
Same here, but rural Utah. Everyone knew it was better to thrown clear of a wreck through a window (yep, no). Since about 1987 I’ve never not worn a belt.
This summer a NJ family lost five of its six members in a car wreck on I-95-- none of them were wearing a seatbelt in their mini van. The mom, the only survivor, is a freakin ER trauma nurse – WTH? An official remarked that most, if not all of them, would have survived if belted in.
Seriously, you did that? Why? What was going through your mind? (that’s an honest question, if I’m not wooshed)
I’m assuming he’s either exaggerating, or just kidding.
I’m assuming that because I’ve never seen or heard of anyone laughing at a wheelchair. I mean, even tasteless “comics” who’ve done a bad imitation of mentally challenged people (yeah, I remember the 50s) wouldn’t laugh at someone in a wheelchair. No one would laugh along. It’s just not funny.
Kids would. They think it looks like a cool, fun device but why not just get out and run? If your experience with them is nil, they might look funny. My buddy, a paraplegic with only one leg, gets asked if he can get out “so I can have a go” by kids. Wheelchairs confuse them.
I used to be amused by people who used reading glasses, and had several pairs scattered around the house.
Now, me, at age 53:
And, still, I sometimes wind up not having access to a pair. :smack:
Women who always wore comfortable shoes. I used to wear platform heels everywhere. I couldn’t tell you the last time I wore heels.
Slow fucking old people. Me, until I fell and broke my elbow. Breaking something is not only expensive, but takes forever to heal, if it even heals correctly. So yeah, I’m a little slower now
Points for post content/screen name combo. 
I said I won’t be one of those old men complaining about ringing in my ears from going to loud concerts in my 20s because surely future science will have a cure for tinnitus.
This was presented as total conjecture but I read of an anthropologist who lived with one of those stone-age tribes in New Guinea for a couple months. He noticed that the kids stay up late and the granthers get up early, just like civilized folk. He kept track and found on average, there was only a 17 minute gap where everyone was asleep. Defacto guarding, he surmised.
Nah, it’s because nothing good was on cable during those 17 minutes. Just informercials.
I used to laugh at the oldsters complaining about their funny ailments and bowel movements.
Now I have about 7 conditions and I’m deeply concerned if I don’t have to take a dump at a certain time in the morning. Did I already do it and forget I did it? Do I have to take a laxative? Do I have any? Maybe the snack bar has something. Will cheese help, or does that block me up instead? I can never remember.
I swore I’d never be one of those middle-aged professors who didn’t zealously participate in zillions of committees/initiatives/“making things better all of the time” stuff.
But I’m becoming one because I’m burned out by the politics. I teach well, do things that support good teaching, and ignore stupid, pointless crap generated by admins who lurve paperwork.
I’m finding out this amazing thing: a lot of stupid stuff, if ignored long enough, just goes away.