How did you determine he didn’t have a handicap? Tinted windows? You can’t see heart problems or back problems or lung problems or a myriad of other problems. Sure, he may have been a jerk, but you can’t know that he didn’t have a disability.
"Hone in instead of “home in”. There’s a reason they’re called homing pigeons.
“Free reign” instead of “free rein”. Let your horse (or other thing/person/animal) wander freely.
Quite simple: no hang tag and no handicapped plate. He may have had issues of one kind or another, but they were not officially recognized by the state in the form required to use those parking places.
You were confusing my minor annoyance with folks who see able-appearing folks step out of a car with handicap plates, and judge them, without understanding the many forms handicap can take.
Oh. You didn’t mention that.
I did, but in a bit of a disconnected way farther down.
Oh, I assumed you couldn’t sltell whether he had a hang tag due to the window tint. My bad - sorry.
Um, I’m talking about the 1950’s and '60’s.
Similar to “Frisco” - on the travel-related forums I also frequent, most Brits (me included) get quite neuralgic for no obvious reason when visitors call the Channel Tunnel “the Chunnel”. I know the contraction was invented here, but still it grates.
To be honest, I don’t even know that I looked yesterday. I certainly couldn’t testify to it in a court of law. The thing is, this was all just silent annoyance. I gave no dirty looks and didn’t confront the person–that’s not the kind of guy I am. I just silently seethe. One of those throwaway annoyances that we face from day to day, here now forgotten tomorrow.
I understand where you are coming from. On a few occasions my wife was bedridden for several months, fed with a substance called TPN being pumped in a long tube that went in her arm and up to just above her heart. As she regained strength, we could make short walks, and I could take her to the store and such. The thing is, nobody looking at her would have known that she had anything wrong. She would put her TPN pump in a stylish tote and coil up the white tubing on her wrist like some kind of bracelets, and go about her business. But she could walk only a few hundred yards.
That was a humbling time. If it were more than a few months I would have definitely filed for a placard for her car. For those months, though, it was easiest for me to drop her off at the front and pick her up.
Sure, but San Jose was still a city even back then.
The city fathers may have so called it but no one who lived there did. If you went into the commercial part of San Jose you called it Going Downtown. If you made the trip into San Francisco, you called it Up To The City. The City was a real city with foreign and upscale restaurants, flossy department stores like Saks and Macy’s and I Magnin, it had fancy hotels, opera, theater, art museums, bookstores, an aquarium … San Jose had not one of those things. San Jose had burger joints, root beer stands, a shabby downtown with dim little clothing stores and hardware stores with gritty floors. It had a airstrip airport. It was the county seat of a agricultural valley rapidly suburbanizing in the post WWII building boom, but it was no city. Neither was Sacramento.
In fact San Jose didn’t feel like much of a city until the tech boom, since the old commercial center lay down and died like so many suburban sprawl areas. There was a movement to Revitalize The Downtown beginning in the 1980’s maybe, and with the enormous infusion of cash from tech, it finally took off maybe 10 years later. I hate San Jose and avoided it whenever possible so I’m hazy on that.
Whether a place is a “city” based on legalities or population has nothing to do with what people call it. People in the other boroughs and surrounding suburbs of NYC often use “the city” to refer to Manhattan , even though Brooklyn and Queens are part of the legal entity called the City of New York and have larger populations than Manhattan.
Bought a new (well 5 years old) house. It came with a refrigerator. So far so good.
The refer is a French Door type, I like it. But… Above the top shelf in the ‘ceiling’ of the fridge, there are 12, One dozen, bright white LED lights.
This is assault, plain and simple. Especially if you shuffle to the kitchen in the dark and try to get something out of the fridge. It lights up the entire room.
I’m going to have to see if I can replace some of the white lights with softer colors.
According to Joe Friday, “the city” is Los Angeles and he should know because he works there. And carries a badge.
Headphones 
left lying on a desk. I can hear the music in my cubicle 7ft away.
I constantly ask the person to pause their music when they take off their headphones.
They went to a meeting one time and I heard that noise for an hour. I was ready to throw the headphones in the toilet bowl.
It’s just loud enough to hear and not fully understand the lyrics.
That city is 400 miles from The City. There can be two, at that distance.
You might find it easier and cheaper to put some color filters over the lights. Also, it’s easily reversible and won’t invalidate the warranty.
Do you know anyone who works in theater or TV production? You want some gels for lighting instruments. Any theater, even a small community stage, should have tons, and you’ll only need a few small pieces.
You might start with black tape over some of the LEDs to reduce the overall brightness. An amber gel will turn a daylight (cold) white into a more pleasant, soft white. I used this to take a harsh 5000K fixture down to about 3000K, but it’s a lot more material than you’ll need for this job.
You don’t want to use deep primary colors because even though they’ll reduce the light levels more, they’ll affect the apparent colors of things in the fridge, making it harder to tell what things really look like.
Although I recall an earlier episode where he quotes the old description of LA as “500 neighborhoods in search of a city.”
I like it!
That was my first thought. But I don’t know anybody in theater or stage hands or whatever. But I bet I can get it online. Thanks. I did not know what it was called.
Rather stay away from electrical tape.
I think I have some bulbs at my other house that are a mixture of different colors to produce a soft white, they are dimmable.
This is just one of those things like the title of this thread. It’s not REALLY important. And It’ll be a while before I get to it.
Thanks again.