Wow–when I originally replied I did so assuming something simple. Like breakfast or lunch at a diner. Now it’s turned into a restaurant with a date ordering extra martinis, city taxes, etc.
Hell–maybe we should also find out if the restaurant charges for extra olives for the martinis and put that into the equation.
WORST??
That’s the best scene in the entire series.
“Somedays, you just can’t get rid of a bomb.”
Where’s my “Like” button?
There’s a widespread trope (in movies, TV or real life) of a physician giving patient X days/months/years to live. I have never heard of a doctor actually doing this. An M.D. might in response to a query say that patients with this particular affliction have a typical life expectancy of whatever, but c’mon - no one says “You’ve got three months to live - bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” (even if the bwa-ha-ha-ha is only implied and not spoken).
Also tiresome - the scene where the bad guy has a hostage at gunpoint and demands that the good guy who’s standing a short distance away throw down his own weapon, after which the good guy magically hauls out a hidden gun or manages to charge the bad guy and disarm and kill him without anyone else being harmed. I suspect the odds of this happening in the real world are vanishingly small. Police might back off to a safe distance to allow further negotiations to continue, but they’re not about to disarm themselves when they’re in the immediate line of fire.
I expect the times when there’s no-one in end up on the cutting room floor.
I can’t remember what I was watching-- it may not have been police-- it may have been kids selling something, but there’s a montage where they go to several different houses, and no one answers. The last house in the montage, they ring the bell, and then start to walk away, and the door is answered. They are so surprised, they get tongue-tied. It was actually funny, because of this trope, I think.
It happened to my father. The diagnosis was pancreatic cancer. Given my dad’s age and general condition, the treatment was as likely to kill him as the cancer. The doctor recommended we look into hospice programs. We asked how long. He said, “Probably a month.” Almost exactly a month later, Dad was gone.
I’ve never heard of a doctor giving X months or years to live- but I have heard of weeks or days.
To get good at something, all it takes is a montage.
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Damn, that’s exactly what happened to my father!
Well maybe it should be! I would actually love to see quicksand pits (small ones) in the middle of city sidewalks, and then watch people walking while texting on their phones just fall right into them.
As the old joke goes:
“How much time do I have left, doctor?”
“Ten.”
“Ten what?”
“…nine…eight…”
I just mentioned the other day that this is how I want to go. The doc’ll come in with "The bad news is, you’ve got a month to live. The good news is you’re OFF your diet!" And he’ll pull out a box of a dozen donuts.
I mean, a month of eating whatever I want? Bring it on!
(Beats getting hit by a bus while I’m munching on a stalk of celery…)
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And this feeds into another scene straight from TV Land. Dr. Greene (Anthony Edwards) on ER was diagnosed with brain cancer and is eventually told he has 5-6 months to live. He wraps up his affairs and dies while staying in a cottage with his wife and daughter on a beach in Hawaii.
Hard to do that without a time frame… “Honey, it’s been a year and we can’t afford this cottage any more. Looks like you’ll have to die back in Chicago.” “But it’s winter, it’ll be all slushy and dark there. Crap.”
There’s a YouTube guy who has a channel called NileRed who does chemistry experiments who sometimes constructs a glass-work jungle-gym, but a lot of the time, probably most, his chemistry just one or two beakers. But even his most elaborate construction is nowhere near as intricate and colorful as what you might see on a typical TV show depicting such things.
When my father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he was given 3-6 months, and he died almost exactly 3 months later. Although to be fair, he had nerve damage from the cancer, and would not listen to the doctor about not getting up on his own, and at one point, had a terrible fall, and a bad head injury. After that, he had a sharp decline in mental acuity, and my mother stopped all but palliative care, which meant cancelling a scheduled course of chemo. She asked my brother and me for our input, and we agreed, FWIW.
Just saying-- they do give months sometimes.
When my mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, she was told six months to a year with palliative care only. With aggressive care, it was impossible to say, but surely longer than a year, and the slim chance of total recovery. She lived four years.
No, any scene with Julie Newmar as catwoman is better.
I frequently pay a restaurant bill by card but prefer to leave a cash tip if at all possible, put it on the card if I cannot. One restaurant we frequent has a bar handy and I’ve asked the bartender to break a ten into fives a couple times.
I’ve been known (when I know I’m going to a bar or restaurant that night) to ask for small bills as my change at the store.
Then when I’m paying for dinner with a card, it’s easy to tip in cash… so the server can decide whether to report it to the IRS. 
I was once at a Sears store in the early 70’s when a shoplifter/thief opted to exist by running through plate glass rather than opening the door and going through that.
Mom steered me away promptly so I don’t know if the guy survived or not, but I do know that the glass shattered and he didn’t get more than a step or two past the doorway before collapsing so … survive or not, unless it was tempered glass or something of the sort where it doesn’t shatter into razor-sharp shards the result will be spectacularly gory.
Which you do NOT ever seem to see on TV or in the movies. People go through glass all the time and come through without a scratch. Um… no.
These are sad stories. My heart goes out to all of you who have lost a loved one to cancer.