Charlie

How sweet! He calls his car Claudia.

They got their brand name on the assumption that Quakers were vegetarians who ate oatmeal rather than meat for breakfast, and the brand symbol was a white farmer in a flat round broadrimmed hat that was supposed to be a sign of the "plain" people. It came out of the same symbol-generating advertising machine as Aunt Jemima and her do-rag.

Two of them were certified pre-owned, so maybe the first owner kept the contents of the trunk.

Now how about the stereotyping of members of the Society of Friends?

3,2,1

The thread heading needs to be corrected.

None of my Mercedes-Benzes ever came with that in the trunk.

She called and interviewed me over the phone, because her husband was too busy to interview me himself. We had a delightful long conversation, and the next day he called and offered me the job. I have no idea what she told him to convince him to hire me. I didn't meet her in person until after I started working. The impression I got of her over the phone was of someone extremely attractive, and I was rather surprised to discover she was quite homely.

I am assuming that the "hazard pay" increase is a temporary measure during the pandemic, not a claim that working in a grocery store is inherently a hazardous occupation.

Narcissus.

Family get-togethers on holidays. I haven't seen a single one of my blood-relations in years.

How about an oboe?

Yet another shot from your vacation?

Not necessarily:oops:

Anything involving fire, razors or knives.

Well, I would say that any sex outside of a relationship which one of the partners in the relationship didn't consent to would be NCNM (often branded as "adultery" by those who object to CNM).

CNM, for "consensual nonmonogramy." It turned up in an "Ask Amy" column in the LA Times, in which Amy was responding to a worried mother who learned that her son and daughter-in-law were openly engaging in sexual relationships with other people. And here my spouse and I were practicing it all these years without realizing it had a name! Now I can simplify things by explaining that I am LGBTQ in a CNM relationship.

?Yes, I was. (The legal drinking age was 18 in New York in those days, and I was over 18.)

FWIW, I got my first job as a college professor because the dept head's wife apparently found me so charming that she told him to hire me, so he did. (He was trying to find a last minute replacement and I was available.)

The first time I heard the Piaf recording was on the jukebox in a gay bar in Greenwich Village called the Fawn, in 1962. I couldn't get it out of my head, and I decided then and there that it would be my theme song. I haven't regretted that either.

Non, je ne regrette rien (cue Edith Piaf)

Who are those people?

I am spending more time here now than I did before CoViD, because I have fewer other things to occupy my time. I check in at least once every day when I am at home with my desk top computer; I have NEVER accessed the site on any other device, so if I disappear, it probably means that I am traveling, hospitalized, or dead. I haven't actually logged out of the site in so long that I am not sure that I remember my password (Hooboy gave it to me in 1999). I do use private messaging, though not a lot. I think there is a fair amount of enjoyable camaraderie here, and I usually like meeting the people here in person, although it doesn't happen very often. (BTW, Oliver called me yesterday to say he is back in PS.) Of course, I get annoyed, but no more than I do with interactions with people I encounter in person. I have never used the "ignore" function, but I certainly don't read every post by everyone, even those posters I like--I have learned to pick and choose only topics that interest me or are likely to interest me. I don't even read every post that you make, my dear Lucky!

You missed your chance to be affiliated with The Donald!

Shaved my head with an electric razor three weeks ago. Barbers here had been closed for a few months, and I was tired of trying to trim it myself.