I’ll give you 444 WEI!
I’m impressed!
Though not everyone would be … I saw a meme that said “Nobody cares how you’re doing at Wordle.”
(I think that was aimed at my elderly mother, who’s surprised at how well her 1920s brain is working…so I don’t mind her sharing)
Never mind.
It is like owning a link to a picture of a Pet Rock.
maybe it is in the form of a scree-shot
I bet the rock NFT was snatched up by a corporate conglomerate. Those faceless monoliths are stinkier than a dirty diapir.
Gneiss ones.
This seems like an ill-advised move
he tried to jack a clearly marked police car that was sitting in traffic with two officers in it – maybe, just, it was dark?
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and suggest drugs were involved. Or at least, I hope that’s the explanation.
Reminds me of old stories about people who would try to get arrested for a minor offense in late November - in time to enjoy the special Thanksgiving dinner at the county jail.
Now here is a person who was REALLY planning ahead.
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When my aunt first moved into her apartment at the senior living facility, her next door neighbors were a couple who would routinely check the local obituaries for a funeral held in the morning, because they knew a good lunch would follow the service. Supposedly nobody ever questioned their attendance, even though they rarely knew the deceased.
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We had that story in our American lit books in high school… It wasn’t my very favorite story by O. Henry but I did like it. Does anyone else remember “After Twenty Years” That was probably the saddest O. Henry story.
Generally, you wouldn’t suspect a quiet elderly couple to be party crashers. And I’m wondering if everyone who saw them and didn’t recognize them was embarrassed to admit that they couldn’t remember them, assuming they were a couple of obscure relatives.
It’s possible that they might not have fit in to every group, though. If they showed up at the funeral of someone who was either racially or socioeconomically very different from them, that might have been a bit riskier. Though if questioned, they could always play the confusion card. Again, harmless old people surely weren’t up to any shenanigans.
(I have to somewhat admire their gumption.)
I failed to add that they attended only the funerals of other elderly folks, which meant they could ‘fit in’ much more easily.
But, yes, they were not lacking in gumption!
My college roommate died a couple of years ago, in his early 50s. At the funeral at a synagogue in Springfield, MA, one of the people there pointed out someone who is a regular attendee at all such events. (And he was nowhere near religious, so I doubt he was known to the people there.)
Don’t even need the confusion card - read the obituary, claim they knew Ralph/Alice back in the day. No one is giving someone at a funeral the third degree over eating at the luncheon - it’s not like crashing a wedding with a $100 a plate dinner.
Heck, all the old folks I know (and I’m becoming one but not quite there yet in relation to funerals) like to comment on how nice it was that so many people showed up for the service.
I remember when my mom’s sister died, a couple of ladies from her church drove up to the funeral that was 75 miles away. As far as I know, they never met my aunt. Funerals become social occasions when you reach a certain age.
When my grandmother died, there were a large gaggle of older widowed ladies in attendance, as one would expect, yah? Eventually it became apparent that many were there primarily to offer condolences to my still living grandfather, and make sure he had their phone numbers.
My high school buddy became my college roommate in Freshman year. We decided to bring suits with us when we went off to campus.
We’d periodically ‘crash’ weddings, under radar, and (conservatively) have a couple of cocktails, and a few appetizers, making ourselves scarce before the actual meal.
It wasn’t that hard.
People who had looser connections to the bride and groom tended to stay on the periphery a bit (making them easier to find), and the wedding announcements in the newspaper generally gave some high-level info that enterprising young hoodlums could use to craft a sketchy back story.
Shrimp cocktails. Yum.