And I assume Sister Vigilante meant “you can’t” in the sense of “you’re not allowed to,” not “it’s not possible.” Otherwise, I’m puzzled too.
Glad to know I’m not the only Canadian who didn’t get it!
Wait, she was crossing into the oncoming lane and parking facing toward the oncoming traffic? Got it.
Yes, don’t do that.
I couldn’t figure it out either. If that is the real meaning, yes, it is batshit insane and should be self-explanatory not to do it.
Being a good father is not that same as being a good husband.
I’ll be damned, now I feel like an idiot.
I was in my forties before I got a riddle that I heard as a kid:
Q: What did the bald man say when he got a comb for his birthday?
A: I’ll never part with it.
Maybe my losing my hair had something to do with it.
A few years ago I was getting annoyed by always having to keep my comb in my pocket, where it felt uncomfortable most of the time. And my damn hairbrush in my medicine cabinet, where it took up so much valuable room. Then I realized – I’d been shaving my head for about 6 months.
Another gas related one I just noticed this afternoon: when you put that tab down so the gas pumps automatically, there are several notches so you can make it pump faster. That would have been nice to know in the middle of winter when I was standing around waiting for my gas to pump.
Before I figured out the notches, I put the gas cap against the trigger to make it pump faster. :smack: My last 2 cars, the cap is attached with a plastic cord.
I just found out last week - thanks the the mockery hurled by my wife - that the word “brooch” (as in the piece of jewelry) is not pronounced “brooch” but is, in fact, pronounced “broach.” I knew that the jewelry thing was pronounced “broach” but I thought that it was spelled “broach” and was somehow a subtly different item than a “brooch.”
Well I’ll be damned. I thought the real spelling was ‘broach’ too.
All the years as a kid I tried to fly kites, only to cry in frustration as they spun upside down and dived bombed into the ground. It wasn’t until I was in my 40s that I finally learned that that meant the wind was too strong for the kite and the solution was to add a longer tail.
In most of the Self-Serve stations around NY (NOT NJ, for obvious reasons), there is no such tab to hold the pump nozzle trigger - you stand there and hold the trigger down (some people jam things into the trigger guard to hold the trigger down).
Don’t fear the peeper.
Obviously, you wouldn’t do this on a busy street, but a lot of people in residential neighborhoods think nothing of parking in front of their house on the “wrong” side of the street. This is technically illegal, but hardly ever ticketed.
This is going to sound really corny, but I was reading a Post Secret a few years ago that said, ‘‘I’ve learned that making the wrong decision is better than making no decision at all.’’ At the time I was trying to figure out what to do with my life, and had avoided applying for grad school for a couple years out of sheer terror I would make the wrong decision. So, I made a decision, and it honestly changed the way I live my life.
The other thing I’ve learned is that even though terrible stuff that happens in my life isn’t my fault, it’s still my responsibility. If I could summarize what it means to be an adult, it would be that.
I was 20 when I finally realized that Miss Kitty was Dodge City’s madam, and that’s why there were all those rooms at the top of the stairs inside the Long Branch Saloon. :smack:
When I was a kid I used to hear my grandmother talk about cooking “arshtater”. I was probably well into my 20s before I realized she was saying “Irish potatoes”.
And what I learned is that it’s impossible to make no decision. “Not deciding” is, in fact, deciding.
Women want men to listen to them, not hear how awesome you are.