They would cut the corner of the plate where the sticker was. They’d cut it off, and then I guess they’d put it on their plate or something. I don’t know exactly how it worked, but they were doing it to steal the stickers.
When my maternal grandmother died, my mom told me that no matter how old you are, when your parents die you feel like an orphan.
Now, of course, it’s going to be different if you’re young and still dependent on them. However, my father died in May, and I understand what my mother said. I’m 56 years old, but still I feel untethered. I keep thinking of things to tell my dad. Worse, I have questions I’d like to ask him.
I’ve never had them stolen myself.
In PA, when they used to still use them, they had little wedge shapes cut into them when you got them, so once you put them on, they couldn’t be removed intact.
Because they couldn’t be removed, you’d see tons of cars with the corner of the license plate cut off.
Pennsylvania finally stopped using the registration stickers a few years ago.
No point to the registration stickers anymore anyway. The license plate scanners already know everything about you.
How about not confiscated?
Was in New Orleans for the Jazz Festival.
My wife gets headaches, so we brought an ice bag like this one:
In the morning we fill it with ice in our hotel, and toss it in a backpack. We empty the water at the end of the day.
On the last day, we gather our luggage and gear and head to the airport.
When we got home I realized that my backpack went through the airport scanners with the ice bag full of water. Probably about a quart.
I think that might be above what’s allowed.
I have a Latin text book from middle school somewhere in the attic. I suspect I’ll want that to brush up on my Latin.
I also have a Smith & Wesson 45 revolver. It’s a limited edition collectors item with 6 rounds in a case, but it would shoot and that would probably come in handy. Unfortunately, I have no other ammunition.
Probably after that the first aid kit.
I didn’t say theirs didn’t take too long. There were a lot of kids. I think it ran around an hour and 30 minutes when they split it into thirds.
Their high school graduations sucked. They have the graduation on the football field. No shade so everyone is baking in the sun. So many kid’s in each class that they are announcing the names one right after the other in rapid fire, people are still screaming for their kid so you don’t hear your kid’s name being called, and you’re so far away you can’t even see them.
I have no problem celebrating my kids, but that wasn’t a celebration of the kids, but that wasn’t what that graduation ceremony was. It was the school meeting an obligation in as cold and meaningless a manner as possible.
When my daughter graduated in the middle of COVID, they split the graduation up into three groups on three different days, and despite having the crowd being 1/3rd the size, they managed to have it be just as useless.
Graduations don’t have much value for me. I didn’t want to go to my own, but my mom said I had to. She was paying the bills, so that’s what I did.
I didn’t want to go to my kids’ high school graduations, but my wife says I had to so I did.
Two of my three kids graduated college after an odd number of semesters, so by the time they could have gone to their college graduation, they had moved on and had no interest.
One kid went to art school, and that graduation was one I went to and enjoyed. In addition to the tedious, forgettable speeches, they also had a bunch of music and dancing.
Edit to add:
Weddings are different. The ceremonies are tedious and boring, but I consider them important. I think it’s just because of how I feel about my marriage and how I felt about my wedding. My wedding was an important milestone in my life that I wanted to share with my friends and family. My wife and I had been dating for 7 years, so it wasn’t exactly unexpected.
Funerals are not really expected to be fun. Like graduations, they’re not for the subject of the ceremony as much as they are for the attendees. My father died in May, and we were all surprised that he had decided he wanted a funeral. When his parents died, they had opted to be cremated without any funeral, and I had always assumed he would do the same.
I’m kind of glad he went the full route with a viewing because I saw him after he died in the hospital, and that wasn’t really what I wanted my last memory of him to be. I’ve always thought people were full of shit when they said the deceased looked good in the casket, because everyone I’ve ever seen looked absolutely horrible. However they did such an amazing job on my father that multiple people were surprised because it looked like he could be breathing.
That sounds like the way to go.
Surely if you’ve been happily married for 33 years, what you did back then wasn’t actually love bombing, right?
I guess I should ask the wife.
I just realized that I did this to my girlfriend in high school!
It’s pretty clear. Everything fits. I just don’t know what to do about it now.
I mean, we’ve been married for 33 years. Do we need to break up? The kids are grown and out of the house at this point, but I think they’d still be upset.
In my opinion,
Plutocracy pretty much.
Ochlocracy no.
The supremely wealthy in this country have an oversized amount of control. However, that’s mostly because we let them.
You only have to look at all the efforts that go into limiting voting in this country to see that voting still works. However, efforts to keep the citizens ignorant or limit their choices has effectively made the US a plutocracy.
The mob doesn’t get to have much influence now beyond what the wealthy elites are willing to allow.
There are some positive signs that American democracy isn’t dead, but I’m honestly not very hopeful. The vast majority of voters just want their bread and circuses.
6’4" here.
I wouldn’t say I’d want to be shorter, but I have definitely experienced a lot of what you describe.
In addition to being intimidating because I’m big, I also have real bad resting murder face. It used to bother me, but my wife is 5’1" (on a good day), and we’ve used it to her advantage.
She’s often dismissed or not taken seriously. When she is being disrespected or expects to be, she brings me along. Everyone always treats her with respect when I’m standing behind her.
I don’t like taking the train because my knees are pushed up against the seat in front of me. I’m also uncomfortable in most cars. I’m long in the torso, so even in an SUV I have to lean the seat way back to fit in. I currently drive a 2nd generation Honda Ridgeline, and it’s the first time in decades where I have space above my head.
Clothing is difficult. I buy my clothing online because I can never find more than one or two options that fit in a store. I used to go to a outlet store because they had such a massive inventory, I could actually find things in my size. My shirts tend to be like tents because I usually can’t find the extra tall sizes, so I end up getting a regular 3x so the shirt reaches down to my waist.
There’s another downside to being tall that you didn’t mention. Years ago my son (taller than me) noticed that you don’t see many tall, elderly people. I had to break the news to him that, statistically speaking, being taller means dying earlier.
Bigger people have more cells in their body. More cells means more chances for cancer. More cancer means shorter life.
So, if you’re miserable being tall, take some consolation from the knowledge that it won’t last long.
Everyone starved to death.
I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t know your aunt and uncle, but I would generally assume in Nazi situations that “even after” probably means “particularly after” even if they don’t admit it.