The middle school near my house is sort of like this, not truly parabolic but the side facing south has three highly reflective glass faces at slightly odd angles relative to each other, just a few degrees each. It is insane how much heat even this produces in the morning if you're standing in the right place. In winter when we have snow, there's always a nice green bare patch in this spot.

My mom didn't trust the little lever thingie on her curling iron to hold it up off the bathroom sink properly. So she would rest it on a folded-up towel instead. And she would sometimes forget about it and leave it there on full heat. Somehow the house is still standing.

The house I bought three years ago has those fake wood gray planks in the living room. I deliberately left the floor uncovered during renovation on the assumption that it would be destroyed and I'd have to replace it with something I actually like. Unfortunately, that shit is indestructible.

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.