Incidentally, this is why the waist size of men's pants today is always a few inches smaller than the actual measurement (for example I wear W33 pants but the actual circumference of my waist around my hips is 36"), it's not vanity sizing like is often claimed. The "W" used to be the actual waist, much higher around the abdomen, but they kept that notional size even as the top of mens' pants migrated downward over the decades.

There was a comic back in the '80s who had a routine about how as men get older their pants migrate upwards until eventually their belts are around their chins. But what he was really observing was that men just keep the same fashion sense throughout their entire lives, and the old men of the 1980s had been young men in the 1930s and '40s when waists were much higher.

A few years ago my octogenarian mom became incapable of sealing ziplock bags. It drove me insane because I would repeatedly go to open something like chips or crackers that I had put in ziplocks only to find the seal partly open and the contents stale. I got in the habit of just going through everything in the pantry every couple of hours and resealing all the bags. I thought this was age-related until we hired a mid-20s home helper for her and the helper had the same problem. I don't know what it is -- ziplock bags aren't that hard to use properly.

Oh, that's probably what it was. Oh well, Musk is still a douchebag.

When I was a kid in the '70s there were cigarette vending machines everywhere. If you wanted to smoke, you could smoke.

I'm old enough to remember coming home from bars with my clothes reeking, even though I never smoked myself.

I'm a school bus driver and a majority of my colleagues smoke. Some things will never change.

That Dorothy Hamill cut was the shit.

I'm a school bus driver and we have an insane number of kids that get transported less than half a mile, solely because we lack sidewalks and drivers here are batshit crazy.

Also the street is probably a 14-lane highway.

I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said "ELON". I dunno, maybe ELON stands for something else. It was stuck on the back of a Chrysler, ironically enough.

Ya Mama

What gets me about the Mad Max franchise is that every vehicle has brand-new knobby tires. I get that the reason for this is that they use practical effects and they can't have stunt drivers swerving around on bald-ass shit, but it's jarringly out of place. Having refineries in a post-apocalyptic world is unlikely enough, but no fucking way they'd be able to make new tires.