Is his name Sheldon?
That went right over my head.
I think the character Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory said something similar.
Ahhh, never saw it. Damn.
I recall that Sheldon frequently had his friends Leonard and Penny drive him places, and was pretty entitled in the way he insisted on getting rides from them.
Speaking of cars. We caught Spike, my second son, driving 70 in a 45 zone. He had already been informed that any tickets (our town is just one giant speed trap) will result in the loss of driving privileges and he would also have to pay the difference in our insurance bill.
I have now activated teen driving mode to the car we’d bought for him to use. I will warn him if he’s going faster than 45, it will also narc on him.
Squeaky, his younger brother who will start driving in a couple of months has already been informed that if he does that, there will be a stabbing.
This culminated in an episode where Sheldon is convinced to get a learner’s permit, pisses off the female Grand Dragon at the DMV, and wreaks havoc attempting virtual road practice, using Howard’s overly realistic software (somehow, he winds up on the second floor of the San Diego Galleria).
Ah, yeah, now I remember Sheldon doing the driving simulator…
And much later, when Amy persuades him to share a “naughty” secret with her, he tells her that he’s had a driver’s license for the last two years.
Got in my car to go to work last night, and drove about six inches before noticing I had a flat tire. Put the car back and dropped twenty bucks on an Uber. A coworker was kind enough to drive me home, at which point I went down to my parking spot to put a donut on.
Understand, this was the first time I’ve changed a tire on this car. The scissor jack was extremely difficult to both remove from its tool tray, and to operate, and it took me more than an hour. When I finished, I was soaking wet with sweat. More annoyingly, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to put the tools back into the tray. I checked for a tutorial for the Prius, but only found one for the Ford Ranger (there really needs to be one for any vehicle that ships these tools in a tray that’s intended to be reused).
Anti-rant: I found a screw embedded in the tread (suggesting that it can be repaired), so I drove to my nearest Costco Tire center, where they accepted me as a walk-in, and are currently taking care of the repair as a warranty job (I bought the set in July of ‘22 to get me up to Portland from L.A.). They’re even going to try putting my tools back. If they can’t, I’m bringing the mess to the nearest Toyota dealership, where the nice lady answering the phone assured me that their service techs will be able to.
I drove a 2001 Toyota Echo for 17 years so I got pretty familiar with its jack. It sucked and was useless and a pain to put back in. I ended up buying a decent jack that I put on a rear seat floorboard and used that for a decade.
Whenever I’ve needed to use the jack in a car, I’ve always kinda/sorta put it back. Sorry for your loss.
I have a new-ish sewing machine that I’m still learning how to use. The last time I threaded it, it went just fine. No problems, everything worked, easy peasy. This time, it’s just not working. But I did get the automatic threader to work, so that’s progress.
I had a breast biopsy on Wednesday the 11th. As is appropriate for such an inauspicious day, my results were not good. I just joined the pink ribbon brigade.
Has anyone said fuck cancer recently? Because FUCK cancer.
I agree. You hear that cancer ? … FUCK YOU.
I’m sorry to hear that. I hope your path to cancer survivor is as swift and easy as it can be.
Man that sucks. I hope things go well for you.
@Dogginit, @Catamount, you have my thoughts and good wishes.
I came in here to say my goat died last week, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there’s a silver lining.
I just brought that up as a huge change in my lifetime (part of which pre-dated the Interstate system).
As a kid, we’d be tooling cross-country on a plain old two-lane highway, and you’d see SO many root beer stands, Stuckey’s Pecan Log diners, Mom & Pop burger dives, and…
…middle-aged men with their suitcoats off, wiping their brows while they changed yet another tire. One trip I’ll bet we counted thirty.
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I started this post yesterday. In the mean time, fuck cancer and pets dying (even goats).
Fuck cancer!
We can’t find the remote for our cable box thingy. It’s been a week, the living room has been turned upside down, the couch cushions searched and searched again, and every shelf and drawer in adjacent areas, and we cannot find it. No one remembers doing anything particular with it (like carrying it somewhere to change batteries; even then, the spares are in the same room). It’s so irritating!
Where the hell did it go?