They’ll make you listen to Vogon poetry. If your head explodes, you’re not a bot.

I tried via search and failed to prove it, but I’m nearly certain this was an old Facebook satire page.

I went over once when they were shooting off commercial grade fireworks on a Wednesday night and feel lucky to have escaped alive. The young bulls got threatening with me until the older guy came out and spoke reason. It’s just a product of where I live.

Here in the Texas summer it’s about seven in the morning. Annoying, but everybody realizes that if you go out any later, you’re gonna die of heat stroke.

My neighbors consistently party until about five in the morning with outdoor speakers on the weekends. I’m generally up for the day before they’re done with last night, and I get to enjoy free concerts from their sound system.

You’re God damned right I’ve zero qualms about firing up the lawn mower as soon as the sun breaks the eastern horizon.

I don’t think they’re allowed to eat the cake anymore. They have to throw it all away at the end of the day instead.

No idea where OP lives, so this is local to me in Texas.

Some liquor stores sell cigarettes, some don’t.

Those that do generally have a very limited selection (Maybe two options) and charge about 50% more than one would pay at a convenience store.

Fortunately for the smoker in Texas, the best prices are usually found in gas station convenience stores that are open 24/7, so OP’s issue is strange and foreign to me.

Lunch?

Time?

The words you speak are strange and foreign to me.

JK Rowling discovered girls in Hogwarts experimenting with this and duly expelled them from the entire series.

You can use them as a crude compass next time you find yourself unexpectedly in the wilderness.

I know it’s hard to imagine since you’ve pretty much got to pay to exist anywhere today, but malls were a place to just exist. I spent hours and hours wandering around the mall in the eighties without any money.

Expanding on the thought, it was perfectly ok to be, get this, a TEENAGER existing without any money in a mall!

I got everything done today. Laundry, grocery shopping, meal prep. Even took down a couple wasp nests that I blasted in the wee hours yesterday morning.

So that means that tomorrow there is no responsibility so I can and probably will do exactly as depicted in the picture.

What a life!

(As to the wasp nests, I’m generally live and let live but these two straddled my door and were making it dangerous to leave or enter the house, so it was them or me. Sorry little wasp buddies)

Usury was indeed the term that immediately came to mind.

I would agree, but it’s not my life, not my money. You can’t really go around telling people they fucked up every time you see it.

Most of the math I do at work is related to compound interest. Of all the math I believe the general public should understand, the concept of how paying interest to others is a total screw would get my top vote.

I have a co-worker who took out a car loan last week at, wait for it, FIFTY THREE PERCENT INTEREST! No concept of what that was costing her. She could only see, “I can afford the monthly payment.”

(1 + r)^n and its friend 1/(1 + r)^n have been the two most important concepts in work and personal life that I’ve ever learned and applied.

I know several of those. One I don’t see listed is stuff made here. If you’re a fan of backyard scientist, you’re gonna love stuff made here.

Smarter everyday is really a special one. The way that guy involves his kids and his own boyish excitement when he finally gets an experiment right is downright heartwarming. Then there was the whole episode checking in on physics girl. He had no particular incentive to do that. He just really seems to care.

I know it’s wrong and that I’m going to Internet hell for admitting to it, but there’s a smell when Grandma would light her cigarette in the hot box car with the windows up that I find nostalgic to this day even though I find the concept of smoking in a car repugnant

The crazy thing is that it was so prevalent, I don’t really remember the world smelling smoky unless I went into a small room like my grandparents living room.

I didn’t notice it in places like restaurants and bars until after the bans came.

I would guess that my generation has a diminished sense of smell because of it.

It’s not me and I have an office. It doesn’t get to me.

But I can definitely see that it would bother a whole lot of people.

On that, I’m old enough to have begun my working life when people smoked cigarettes at their desks. This is a much, much better alternative.

People bring their dogs to work all the time in my office. Fortunately, all of us are dog lovers, so we all enjoy it.

The other trend that doesn’t bother me, but surprises me is that I’d estimate about two thirds of the people in my office vape at their desks.

We also have bean to cup espresso, which is nice. People will go find high end beans and contribute them. It works out nicely.

We’re highly educated professionals, damnit!