I have many times seen parents ignoring their child’s behaviour in public, pretty much every time I go shopping.

Ah yes, the obsessed.

My mom made us all repeat the rules before we left the car (no running, no putting things in the cart without being asked, keep one hand on the cart while we are moving or something like those)

Wow, I’d forgotten this till just now - my mother did the same. Thanks for the memory jog!

I can remember being 2 or 3 years old and the golden rule then was to always be holding someone’s hand - parent/sibling, etc.

When you let your kids run wild in a library, there’s a problem.

Lol, “space where that parenting is not happening” is kinda everywhere!

(Sorry, just read that differently at first, thought it was a humorous take).

Uhh, what could possibly be better than deep fried butter?!?

But… Does someone everyone have to die after dinner?

Ewww.

Tastes vary. But gimme a toad in the hole, or many other Brit dishes and I’m there.

Like the pvc pipes inside the house? 🤦🏼

This is a good thing

Meh, washers rarely need replacing anyway.

Grew up in a shop, did tons of oil changes, driven half a dozen cars over a million miles, replaced one or two drain plugs, but never just a washer.

Or any other big city.

Tyoical New Yorker hubris.

Oh, master/slave was simple compared to the interleaving thing. Honestly, that was so much a pain I’ve forgotten what it was/how to do it.

I’ll raise a glass for you next time I’m mixing up a drink.

Hahahahaha, take my GenX upvote

Well put.

Al Gore didn’t need a smear campaign for his nonsense. I was there too, we were laughing our asses off at the shit he said.

I am Gen X

This sounds like a commercial (fellow GenX here), haha

Hahahahahaha, omg that’s a brilliant read. Thank you, I will be sharing it with my technical friends (any kind of technical will get it, one friend is in hydraulics and boy, the stories are so like mine in IT).

Right?

How about jumpers on hard drives while figuring out interrupts and hard drive/controller card matching (I forget what it was called, but there was something about figuring out the interleave, etc).

I’m about to have some awful flashbacks, dammit.

I used to fly for work a LOT. At one point it was 2x a week for a year.

I have never once had my bags make it to baggage claim before me, even being the last person off the plane.