I see similar things all the time, but it’s usually someone’s last name stretched across the window, sometimes accompanied by a Virgen de Guadalupe or two.
A student and I once went over a homework assignment and decided it was sub-par, so I gave it back to him and told him to start from scratch and turn the new assignment in. At that point it had my handwriting all over it. Another student saw it in the trash, picked it out, and scratched the other kid’s name out and put his in its place, then turned it in.
Special genious like that deserves a special reward.
Paying thousands of dollars on a crossbreed puppy, from a breeder who doesn’t do health test or check for temperament.
I understand the concept of “mutts healthier than purebreds”, but why spend thousands of dollars on one when there many dogs in the shelter. If I am to spend $3000 on a whatever-doodle, that dog better be free of genetic diseases, get all its shots and well socialized.
Anime fans who believe every anime title is a work of art, who criticise people who watch dubs
and would simply not allow anyone to criticise Myiazaki films.
I know a Redskins fan who has a solution to that problem.
Change the team’s logo to a potato.
Personally, I like it.
Laughing: You see lame; I see a guy with $1300 to spend on his transportation and his music – and his priorities make sense to me.
The last good rear-window sticker I saw was on one of those “I’m compensating for something” pickup trucks–it was a massive red-white-and-blue “JerUSAlem”.
So your problem is with people who talk too loudly. Why not just say so? And I’ve heard people talk loudly who aren’t on the phone, too. I don’t talk super loud on the cell phone unless I’m somewhere with a lot of really loud noise, like near traffic or something.
As far as “pointless crap” I guess it’s all in your definition. From what you’re saying, it seems like you think that discussing your day and so on is “pointless crap”. To me, it’s not. It’s not like I have long conversations about what color lint is stuck to my towels or something. I like to talk with my friends about the minutiae of their lives. I wouldn’t consider someone a close friend if we didn’t have those kind of conversations. I wouldn’t feel I knew them very well if I didn’t get to hear about the little things.
And I don’t think there is any difference in how long it takes me to grocery shop with vs without being on the phone. But really, why do you care how efficient I am at grocery shopping?? 
Curiously, “GO SPUDS!” actually has a ring to it.
I agree. I like it as well. Who do we have to kill to get this started?
Hurray for Indygrrl! We understand each other on this.
Lizard
p.s. - “An independent type”? How you doin’? 
Hey, me too. Just … not on the phone. In public. In front of total strangers. (What Indygrrl said mirrors my opinion on some of this.)
You said grocery shopping was boring. I would think, if that were the case, that you’d want to get it over with as quickly as possible. Talking on the phone slows you down, and prolongs the work. That’s what I meant.
I’ve seen quite a lot of lame vehicles along the lines of ones mentioned upthread, but there are a few that stick out in my mind even after many years.
El Caminos are pretty lame to start with, but add monster wheels and it becomes a whole new level of lame. I saw one of these rolling through the McDonald’s drive-thru when I worked there, which is yet another layer of lameness - the driver had to reach way down, and I had to stretch up and out the window to give him his food. Here’s a picture of one, which is shinier and has bigger wheels than the one I saw.
Another time I saw a guy come through in a pale pink Camaro. A lot of the girls and even some of the older women were fawning over this guy’s car, but I thought it looked about as good as a piece of half-rotten fish.
Sometimes I see vans with slogans and rants of various kinds painted on them. It’s always vans - gives the owner more surface area I suppose. They always make me nervous, like the owner is going to infect my brain with his lunacy.
Can it be something I read? It concerns that Hero Of My Generation, John Lennon. I read the other day that he was being interviewed at the time the Beatles decided to form the Apple Corp. And he spoke to the effect that that they wanted there to be a place where artists and musicians could come and develop their ideas without getting down on their knees in an office–“like yours”! Totally deadpan, serious, and cold. Was he totally high on drugs, or was he just trying to impress that Ono woman? What did he mean, saying that to journalists who were interviewing him?? Journalists don’t decide who gets to make records, record company execs do. They’re totally different animals.
I wonder if it is because you are a stranger that they don’t care. You don’t exist to them other than when you are in the way in an aisle or the checkout counter. Why worry about what people think of you when you most likely will never see them again. The same sort of people take a full cart to the 15 items or less aisle, too.
They’re also the same people who block the aisles with their carts while they prattle on about nonsense. They’re the same ones who won’t move their asses away from the meat counter so other people can get at the ground beef because they’re so absorbed in their conversations about nothing important that they don’t see anyone else. They’re the ones who won’t let you at the damn milk because they’re on the phone and oblivious to what is going on around them. Self absorbed jerks.
Guess who had a REALLY BAD TIME at the grocery store yesterday?
If they’re blocking access then check their cart. If they have the stuff you want take it from their cart and put it in yours*. It’s not as if you’d be stealing anything. 
*I can’t remember which comedian mentioned this first, but it was downright hilarious.
One day, I ended up coming along to my younger sister’s friend’s party at a kitschy games-‘n’-pizza place. I played a few games, but not enough to get a substatial number of tickets. Before we left, I took them to the exchange counter and, seeing nothing better, got about a gazillion and one bouncy balls. Hey, there was nothing better in my “price range.”
So a friend of mine and I got the idea to chuck all 40+ of them off the roof of his 2-story house just to see what happened.
The result was pretty sadly disappointing. We weren’t sure what we were expecting, but those cheap little rubber balls didn’t put up quite the chaotic, subatomic particle-esque show we theorized in our excited discussions as we climbed the stairs. They only bounced something like half the height of the house…
As other have noted; the crappy old M-B 450SL (or JAGUAR XJS), that has fallen into the hands of a blue collar guy, who can’t afferd to fix it. usually, the engine is blowing blue smoke, and makes a racket (the valves are burnt), plus the thing has rust patches (which the guy has sprayed over with grey primer). Who does he think he’s impressing? The car also has decals on the rear window (where the previous owner’s hellspawn went to college-places like STANFORD, PRINCETON, MIT, etc.)-surely NOT this guy’s offspring!
My mechanic friend sees these old heaps all the time-he likes the expression he gets when he tells the owner: “the brake system is shot-it’ll run you $3-4,000 to fix!”-thats when the sad old heap makes its last ride-to the junkyard!
Looks like someone placed an El Camino body on top of a flatbed truck. :rolleyes: