It was hit or miss at previous jobs. I worked at Kmart for a few years and would often help the stock guys round up carts in the evening. During summer evenings it was kind of fun wandering way out into that concrete sea with the boys, rounding up impossibly far carts and running the wrong carts (or electric scooters) back to the grocery store next door. But during the winter it was hell on fucking earth, and I’d help them round them up just to spare them the agony of a slipped disk.
I live in Canada now and couldn’t imagine rounding up carts during these cold snaps. You’d probably stick to them, imprisoning you in parking lot until you succumb to frostbite.
My mom swears that she was driving home one night with her cousin in the 70s and their car started floating 6+ feet off of the ground. She also swears it wasn’t at all drug-related. I think my mom has forgotten just how many drugs they were doing in the 70s.
The recurring use of the word bird throughout that series is one of my favorite parts of the show. I love Birdman, the Australian mullet adventurah who shows about at the Air B&B togoonawalkabewt…
I googled “eldridge horror” and I’m enjoying all of the posts that meant to say eldritch. Though I suppose if you don’t read Lovecraft or partake in nerdom, eldritch isn’t exactly an everyday word, and I can see how it could be misheard.
Also fucking brilliant if intentional here. That gentleman is absolutely one Lord Eldridge, if I’ve ever seen one.
Native: “Tunga m’matwa?” (what the fuck is that?)
Dandy: “My dear savage, you look upon the esteemed Lord Eldridge of Banglesbury!”
Native: “Noka wat’ay?” (why does he look like that?)
Dandy: “My good savage, I’ve no idea what ever the fuck you’re saying.”