read it and weep
Nice
I sympathize with her. When, exactly, did she miss something obvious?
My own bitter regret years ago concerned a Jeep Cherokee. Number one, they put hubcaps on it, which I resent because I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wheels being bolted on and no reason to try to hide it. Number two, they decorated the hubcap with molded-on plastic studs and nuts, which obviously defeats the whole (stupid) purpose of the hubcaps in the first place. Last but not least, number three, they actually designed the molded-on plastic nuts to fit the lug wrench – a feat that soars beyond idiotic to insidious. Sure, you may laugh that I know this because I twisted one off the first time I tried changing a wheel. But somebody being fooled by a carefully designed fake something sitting there right where the real something belongs is hardly the core of the problem.
One of my friends watered one for 2 months before realising it was plastic. Everyone’s been sending her articles about this…
After 2 years, the fact that it’s not grown or changed at all should surely be some kind of a clue, even if you know nothing about plants.
Well I have a cactus. I water it monthly. I know it’s not plastic, but I’m not completely sure it’s alive.
I don’t click on random links. Can you tell me why I should weep?
How many people have been pleased with the flowering cactus they bought at the big box store until belatedly realizing the “flower” was a glued-on fake? Or that their “air plant” is actually a green-dyed hunk of dead moss?
There are lots of people in such a position. Few go on social media to proclaim it.
Not only that, but also there’s an apostrophe in “it’s”.
The person in question watered a plant for a long time before realizing it was plastic.
I personally think the part about making us literally sob is a bit farfetched, but ymmv.
Then there was the young fellow who was taught to drive on a stick-shift but whose first car was an old Pontiac Tempest with a 4-cylinder engine and a two-speed transaxle, the two speeds being Slow and Slower. Not being trained on push-button automatic transmissions, he punched a button and drove. The L (for Low) button. He drove the 101 freeway between San Francisco and San Jose a few times before a passenger said, “Gee, the engine’s loud. Are you in Drive?” and the fellow replied, “What is Drive?”
Wait. That was me. Learning is painful. I chanted the mantra: owa-tagu-siam. Say that a few times.