How (and why) to Ramble on your goat sideways
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I usually don't park right up close to the store where all of the lazy mouthbreathers do. I try to park out away from other cars and enjoy a few more steps of free exercise.
My father knew a fellow who had a brand new car only a couple of days. A car pulled in to the spot to his right and the driver slung the door into his. He jumped out and said "Hey! You just hit my car!" The driver shrugged and kept walking. He was so furious he opened the passenger door, sat in the passenger seat, and pushed it open with both feet as hard as he could into the door of the car parked next to him.
My father knew a fellow who had a brand new car only a couple of days. A car pulled in to the spot to his right and the driver slung the door into his. He jumped out and said "Hey! You just hit my car!" The driver shrugged and kept walking. He was so furious he opened the passenger door, sat in the passenger seat, and pushed it open with both feet as hard as he could into the door of the car parked next to him.
I could see me doing that. I'm spiteful and vengeful when provoked.
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My father knew a fellow who had a brand new car only a couple of days. A car pulled in to the spot to his right and the driver slung the door into his. He jumped out and said "Hey! You just hit my car!" The driver shrugged and kept walking. He was so furious he opened the passenger door, sat in the passenger seat, and pushed it open with both feet as hard as he could into the door of the car parked next to him.
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From: Chicago. (The less-murder part.)
Now I feel less bad about keying cars* which are double-parked in the bike lane on Washington Ave in Hoboken, forcing me into the main traffic lane.
* = Mostly SUVs, actually. > 50%, at any rate.
* = Mostly SUVs, actually. > 50%, at any rate.
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It's not like bad parking can be excused away by poor driving skills. It's almost purely laziness or lack of care and courtesy of others. Fully subject to keying.
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I like when people double park right in the middle of two spaces, in the first/last spot of the row, so they are blocked in front and side. Makes a great parking space directly behind them.
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From: Chicago. (The less-murder part.)
I don't do this often, but when I do, it gives me a sense of satisfaction.
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without fail, I get goose bumps hearing how eloquently people spoke in letters from 100+ years ago. When did we go full retard as a society?
From a man during the civil war to his wife.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more . . .
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt...
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness . . .
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again...
Just wow. Watching Ken Burns' "The Civil War" again, and as always, it's a very moving film. Always get misty eyed several times throughout.
From a man during the civil war to his wife.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more . . .
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt...
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness . . .
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again...
Just wow. Watching Ken Burns' "The Civil War" again, and as always, it's a very moving film. Always get misty eyed several times throughout.
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