I thought I was wrapping presents wrong because no one on tv had to tear any paper, they just lift off the lid! And it was wrapped in the car so well because they always just came from the store.
I seem to remember an awful lot of TV shows where the old charming loveable guy that everybody likes, and yet has never been mentioned before this episode, is pushing 70 and hasn’t retired yet, so is forced out of his job by the cruel selfish money-obsessed younger boss. But then the whole sitcom family rallies together and proves to the higher-ups just how indispensable this old guy is and they get his job back for him*.
I never understood how the old guy wasn’t a) fully aware that retirement was coming, b) that it was government mandated retirement and fair for everyone, c) opens up job opportunities for those lower on the ladder and d) exactly how he got to his promotional level in the first place.
I hope this doesn’t actually happen, and 65 year olds retire with dignity.
*Where he is unable to use a computer, can no longer read without coke-bottle glasses, fails his driving test, and falls victim to dementia
It’s because “Happy Birthday” was copyrighted, until just a few days ago. “For He’s…” is public domain and has been for many years.
I think for a newspaper editor it would be scotch or bourbon.
On the subject of drinks, though, does anybody actually keep their brandy or cognac in a crystal decanter rather than the original bottle?
I assumed, from watching the Benny Hill show at an early age, that women would wear far more interesting underwear than they usually do.
Heh. Benny Hill. This show actually influenced our family – the upscale airplane with all kinds of perks was the Benny airline and the rundown hideous one was the Duffy (for the thin old man on the show). Ever since seeing that, our family would refer to springing for the Benny whatever, or cheaping out on the Duffy whatever.
Jerry: What else did you two do?
Elaine: Ah, you know, girl stuff.
Jerry: Flower shows, shopping for pretty bows, and then back to her place, strip down to bra and panties for a tickle fight?
Elaine: That’s really what you think girls do, isn’t it?
Jerry: Yes, I do.
CPR
I’ve read that on tv about 75% of the people who get CPR basically jump up and are fine when in reality performing CPR is a brutal and painful procedure (broken bones, vomiting, damage to internal organs) that maybe 10% of people actually do not need to be hospitalized afterwards and actually few even live thru.
John Mulaney has a good bit about this: John Mulaney on quicksand. - Imgur
These are my job. In my office unit, we have two people who’ve been there 3 years, one 10, one 13, one 18, one 27, and one who just retired after 45 years and his replacement has been with us a week. We have turnover so rarely we didn’t really know the process for getting the new guy onboard.
We also aren’t too terribly strict on work hours.
As for me, I thought my after work day would consist of more trips to dive bars where I ordered “beer”.
How about the “intentionally lose a contest so somebody poor/orphaned/sick can win instead” trope? (I mention it appeared while idly watching an ancient rerun of “Hazel” a few days ago.) Virtually nobody in real life will do that, yet it seems to happen a lot in sitcoms.
I had this experience, to a large extent, growing up in Hollywood, California. And even more remarkable: many of that same group of kids remained friends into adulthood, some of us actually worked at the same place for some years, and two of my childhood buddies just celebrated 25 years of marriage.
(for the record: Cherimoya & Gardner grammar schools fed into Le Conte Junior High which fed into Hollywood High)
Not in my experience.
I started day 1 of Kindergarten with 10 kids, 9 of which graduated HS with me (the one had been held back and graduated later). As new kids moved in during the years, they ended up staying, and graduated with me. I actually thought everyone had the same experience.
My first grade teacher had taught some of my classmates’ parents. My fifth grade teacher was still there when they closed the school a couple years back, and was teaching my classmate’s son.
Now college, I agree, although there were two people from my HS that went to the same college as me (and we did not coordinate - just coincidence).
People deal with stress and/or sadness with booze. I have never once heard uttered, “God, I need a drink!”, and when I myself tried getting drunk when I was very sad, it did not help at all. Perhaps I have lived a sheltered life.
I really want to know the story behind how you learned this.
He could tell you, but then he’d have to dehydrate you into a little pile of powder.
I drink rarely, but I have found myself saying I need a drink when I’m wound up – it does relax you at least in the short term. But yeah, for sadness, no.
I have a bottle of whiskey in my desk and people will stop by for a drink at the end of the day every once in a while. We used to do it every Thursday, but it became a chore.
No problem is my life could ever have been solved by getting my pals together to put on a show in the old barn.
Killer bees for me too. That almost everyone fell off a mountain at some point in their lives, but no one is ever hurt. That there is only one a-hole in every group and all their diabolical plans are so transparent that everyone knows and they are thwarted.
I attended Gardner in the late 70’s… 
Well, did you ever actually try it? You never know!
You can beat the crap out of someone but not hurt your own hand.
As a 7-8 year old kid in the late 70’s, I always felt a great sense of relief whenever my mom completed whatever business she had at the bank and we were able to leave safely without being taken hostage as a result of an armed robbery gone bad. Aslo when a plane I was on landed safely without being hijacked.