I was almost hit by a cable car in San Francisco. I was crossing the street and the cable car had a stop sign. Yeah, it didn't stop.
That reminds that the first day I was in Boston for freshman orientation, I almost got hit by a trolley. I was crossing a busy street, paying careful attention to the cars, but completely spaced on looking out for trains. I started to cross the tracks and got a huge blast of the horn. Jumped back just in time too. That would have put a damper on my college career.
And while I go to the gym, it's only 3-4 times a week
Oh, ONLY 3-4 times a week? You fucking slacker!
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Only.
what is this gym of which you speak?
Some cool knitting. NSFW. Mostly of cartoon animals being killed. [link]
oh my gravy, why are freecyclers so often giant flakeballs of flakedom!
kind of silvery blue violet, but it keeps changing ... and in sunlight it's almost a champagne color.
::Rushes out to search for this color::
I had a cousin who was killed by a bus that ran a poorly signed intersection. Maybe if it had been on its regular route it would have known to stop, but it was running parallel to its route, racing another bus. He made the news every day for a week--there was a demonstration in his name and the Minister of Transportation came to his funeral. I still think the whole family is in shock, more than fifteen years later.
oh my gravy, why are freecyclers so often giant flakeballs of flakedom!
You get what you pay for?
I still think the whole family is in shock, more than fifteen years later.
I can imagine.
well sure, but I respond to this lady wanting somethign, I say what I have - she emails back with a phone #. I call the phone # and she immediately says, let me call you back from a different phone (??!?!? why did you give me this one then) - then after going on about what I have again she says she doesn't want it. I said in the first email what I had, same exact words!
People! is the real answer.