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Cake day: July 1st, 2023
  • tipicaldik@lemmy.worldtoFunny@sh.itjust.works•Genius
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    1 month ago

    Several years ago, before we got the transmitter-type meters, they would sometimes estimate our usage. We didn’t know that until after several months of estimates they came out and actually read it. Apparently, their previous estimates were all low, and suddenly we were hit with a $900+ bill to catch us back up. That sucked. I also remember meeting one of the readers who was going house to house. Our next-door-neighbor’s house is completely fenced in, so the reader would come down our driveway and read our meter, then use a pair of binoculars to read the neighbors meter from our yard.

  • tipicaldik@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world•Occupied!
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    2 months ago

    heh… yeah I remember the boy’s bathrooms in my HS back in the late 70’s early 80’s. No doors on the stalls, and the toilet paper rolls were threaded onto chains that looped through holes in the walls that divided the stalls, with the ends locked with a padlock. There were no dividers between the urinals, and in one of the older buildings on campus, the urinals were big long communal troughs…

  • tipicaldik@lemmy.worldtoAsklemmy@lemmy.ml•Creepiest Cosmic Coincidences?
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    2 months ago

    About 1984, I got arrested in Cobb County Georgia for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had a little weed on me, which I had shoved into my skivvies before I was handcuffed. While in the holding cell at the jailhouse with a few other new arrivals, I decided I needed to get rid of it before I got processed in and sent upstairs, so I broke it out and surprised my temporary cellmates with a little treat in a home-made pipe fashioned from the foil out of a cigarette pack. It was cool. If nothing else, the 4 or 5 of us were a little less stressed about our current situation. One of the guys in the cell with me was especially memorable, because he had been arrested for drunk driving while he was at a lake partying with his friends, all because his keys were in the ignition so they could listen to his radio. He wasn’t even in the car when the cops showed up.

    Fast forward about 2 or 3 years and I’m back home in the Florida panhandle. At that time, I drove a cab for a living and one evening I was out with a fellow cabby hitting up some titty bars and stuff. We’re driving in his car, and I told him the story I just told y’all, down to the details about the poor guy and his DUI. About the time I finish the story, we’re stopping at a gas station for cigarettes or something, and we get out of the car to go inside and out front of the store are two scroungy looking dudes selling clumps of mistletoe (it was near Christmas time). I’ll be damned if one of those guys wasn’t the exact same guy in my story. I recognized him immediately and about crapped myself and was like “Holy shit this is the guy!!” He totally remembered me, and we had a fun little mini-reunion of sorts during which he totally confirmed my story about smoking weed in a jail cell to my friend…

  • tipicaldik@lemmy.worldtoDogs@lemmy.world•My handsome heeler boyEnglish
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    3 months ago

    Hate him, but I also love him. Little beastie gave me tinnitus.

    RANT WARNING

    I also have a love/hate relationship living with two Blues… They’re my daughter and son-in-laws dogs, but they’ve attached themselves to my wife (who’s also a big pushover) and she can’t make a move without them being under her feet. Literally. She calls them “shadow dogs” because they are usually right in her shadow. She can’t take a step backwards without tripping on one of them. But their barking… holy crap! They sound like dogs twice their size! I seriously can’t remember the last time I took a nap, or watched a TV show, or carried on a conversation or enjoyed a quiet meal that wasn’t interrupted by those two buttholes. Imagine sitting and quietly eating dinner, and all of a sudden there’s an explosion of barking dogs going ape-shit bursting right out from under your dining table and clawing the crap out of your feet as they go scrambling after what ever set them off, which, more often than not, turns out to be nothing. The worst part tho, is when they try to protect my wife from our grand-babies. The constant barking and trying to force themselves in between my wife and her perceived “attackers” has really gotten old. Sometimes we have to lock them in their room, but then we have to listen to them barking non-stop through the door. But hey… they’re family, amiright? sometimes it just be that way.

    Ok, Rant over. Thanks for letting me vent. Aside from all that, they’re actually pretty awesome dogs. Smart and quirky, to say the least. One of them tho isn’t smart enough to figure out that our German Shepherd don’t play that ankle-grabbing crap like her blue brother does. She gets tore into pretty good every time she tries it…