I guess they have their use, but I dislike green extension cords. my daughter has a few of them, and she tends to leave them laying in the grass when I go over to mow her yard.
There wasn’t anything in foster care that could surpass the reasons I was in foster care to begin with. I kind of liked it to be honest… I could swap out foster parents/group homes whenever things got rough, and I was kind of a tough kid to deal with. After 7 homes, I ended up living on my own since I was 17.
Mike (my foster dad at the time) had decided to relax one eve and have a drink when he noticed it was looking a lot lighter colored than it should as he was pouring it and commented on it. (It was probably nearly 50% water at that point, as were several other bottles.)
Of course we denied any knowledge of what could have possibly happened but he pretty much figured it out on the first sip. After his screaming rant he ended up grounding us for I think a month(?) (I was in grade 7, this was a long time ago.) not that it mattered to me… I was a bit of a dick back then and just wouldn’t come home after school anyway. I lived there for a couple more months before my foster mom had a nervous breakdown (not entirely related to that particular incident) and I was shipped to a different home outside the city.
One set of foster parents I lived with had a bar in the basement. My foster brother and I used to sneak shots of the hard stuff, then top up the levels with water to make it look like it wasn’t touched. Thankfully they didn’t really drink either so we didn’t get busted for a long time doing that.
My mother used to buy like 8 or 9 50lb (22kg) sacks every fall to store in the basement to last the winter… it was pretty common back in the day, but not so much anymore.
But even now we’d be close to that limit…I usually go together with my daughter and get two boxes (22kg x2=44kg) of potatoes from the local harvester’s that we split. From there a box is about $22. (This is in Canada, and yes we’re Irish.)