Mom and Dad got rid of their sedan this weekend, getting $5,000 value for something with 185,000 miles on the odometer. If the dealership charged back the cost of vacuuming up the doghair, they would have lost money.
Did I mention it was a BMW? Hardly a farm vehicle, but in our household, everything pulled ranch duty at some point. They replaced it with a Kia Sorento and Mom was delighted to hear the thing had Bluetooth in the dash for hands-free talking. We’ve officially hit the 21st Century if Mom’s truly fired up about those kinds of bells and whistles. Of course, it’s a moot point if the damn cellular service isn’t working where they live, and it rarely is for me.
Bluetooth? Hell, how about a car that charges up your failing heart with the cigarette lighter?
Some 13-year-old kid just summitted Everest.I’m sure the experience will make for a hell of a college admissions essay.
I think there must be a law that only west of the Mississippi can an election be settled by drawing playing cards.
Just because Copernicus is still dead after 500 years doesn’t mean he can’t be reburied. Why the fuss? It’s not like the universe revolves around him.
