My mother was born in 1896 and she died at 102 years of age. She ate lard and ate food that 99% of people would have thrown out. She liked to drink whiskey and water, went up on the roof to repair it in her late 80s, had not seen a doctor for at least 30 years, took no medications other than asprin and lived by herself for quite a while until at age 94 she moved into a home. Makes you wonder.
I have a permanent disability due to having 7 back surgeries and it really bugs me when I see people park in a handicap space, get out of the vehicle and race into the building. I can’t walk any substantial distance without having quite a bit of pain. I don’t how some of the people get handicap placards when they don’t appear to have any handicap and I understand that sometimes they have a condition that is not outwardly apparent.
What amazes me is the lines at the Walmart self checkout are out into the aisle and you can barely get by or have to say excuse me to get through and the lines at the regular checkout counters are not nearly that long. I don’t quite get why people wait in the self checkout lanes when there’s other not self service lanes with only a couple people in them. One of life’s great mysteries!
I sure wish I had a job like Monkey Boy. He gets paid for running the same strips over and over. This whole sequence was just done pretty recently.