What in hell is an erection?
It's what you do to a Silo.
They really are making the print smaller on labels.?ÿ?ÿ ???ª?ÿ
Try to avoid using certain terms
ice box
typewriter
chairman
manhole
Miss/Doll/Babe/Sugar
country and western music
rock and roll
payphone
running boards
curb feelers
fender skirt
church key
skeleton key
mimeograph
pager/beeper/palm pilot
shorthand
dictaphone
davenport
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Years ago, so we must have been around the age of mid thirties, an engineering friend of mine got seconded to another company for a couple of weeks and he duly struck up an amicable repertoire with one of the female technical staff and being the gentleman he is, he asked her to accompany him for dinner on his last night in town. Quite some time through the dinner she said to him "I'm glad people wont be thinking we are on a date, because you look so old".
Try to avoid using certain terms
ice box
typewriter
chairman
manhole
Miss/Doll/Babe/Sugar
country and western music
rock and roll
payphone
running boards
curb feelers
fender skirt
church key
skeleton key
mimeograph
pager/beeper/palm pilot
shorthand
dictaphone
davenport
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I was "reflecting" the other day about things that are no longer around...things I really miss in today's world.?ÿ Things that are gone and will never be seen again.?ÿ Here's a few:
A John Madden sportscast on Monday Night Football.
A real dial phone with a real dial-tone.
Getting checked-out at a store with the clerk using a real cash register that doesn't scan a bar code...and the clerk knows how to "make change".
The drug store lunch counter.
Popping the hood on my car and seeing a distributor and a carburetor.
A three speed gearshift on the steering column.?ÿ
Having to get up to change the channel on the TV.
Reading a printed newspaper.
Clothes hanging on the line to dry.
Shopping at a corner grocery store that had a real hardwood floor and a real butcher counter in the back.
Screen doors that advertised the locally baked bread.
A ten-cent pay phone...that could be "coaxed" to make a call for a nickel.
AM radio.
A shower head that had enough pressure to clean something.
The Ed Sullivan Show.
A gas pump that had to be cranked to zero the sale.
Pop in a bottle...because only beer came in cans.
Beer cans that required a "church key" to open.
A church service with the doors and windows open in the sanctuary because it was a warm day.
Kids that minded their parents...and grown-ups in general.
The warm peanuts at the candy counter in the Sears Roebuck.
Finding a Mercury dime and saving it for something special.
Sitting on the porch at night hoping for a breeze because the house was still warm from the summer day.
Teachers that took the elementary class outside under a shade tree because the classroom was too hot.
Shade trees.
...and so many more things that were so much a part of life..and now are no more.?ÿ Things I miss.
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I take care of "Old Guy" dying patients that are going through everything you guys are describing. Let's just put it this way...
There are NO body fluids or body functions that gross me out. NONE.
Pee, Poop, Blood, Vomit...Eh... easy peasy. Brain matter, Bile fluids, guts hanging out, etc... Well...not pretty, but...I have a job to do and I cannot let blood and guts get in my way of me making sure my dying patient is as clean and comfortable as I can get them. ?????ÿ
Remember that sweet little gal you've known as far back as you can recall.?ÿ Then think of her son, the pharmacist whose wife is also a pharmacist, who couldn't be more bald headed, just like his grandpa and all six uncles.?ÿ The one that lives in a mansion on a hill.?ÿ On a tract he hired you to survey off for him several years ago.
BTW, his brother is also a pharmacist and equally bald headed.
I knew that sweet little gal's grandpa and four uncles.?ÿ All bald headed.
There are a multitude of secrets we all keep to ourselves as we age.?ÿ
I am truly glad I traveled when younger.?ÿ
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by the time I was 30 I was so sick of travelling.
But I was usually in some dump hotel for weeks at a time working. ?????ÿ
A gas pump that had to be cranked to zero the sale.
Better yet... a gas pump where you had to pump the gas up from the tank to the clear tank at the top marked in gallons, and then drain it via the hose to your tank.?ÿ i never actually had to use one but there was one on our farm in front of the store.
Andy
Simply the phrase "gas pump" may disappear in California.
I'm sure we never used Ethyl but I can remember when it was an option at BIG gas stations (more than one pump).
Break time.?ÿ Haven't been anywhere near that term for over 35 years.
A gas pump that had to be cranked to zero the sale.
Better yet... a gas pump where you had to pump the gas up from the tank to the clear tank at the top marked in gallons, and then drain it via the hose to your tank.?ÿ i never actually had to use one but there was one on our farm in front of the store.
Andy
The old gas station I worked at as a youngster had two unique pumps along the side of the building.?ÿ One was kerosene and the other was what we called "white gas".?ÿ For those unfamiliar with white gas it was a fairly clean but low octane distillate that was good for Coleman lantern and cooktop fuel.?ÿ
Both pumps were similar to what you described but not nearly that old.?ÿ They were mounted on top of 250 gallon tanks for each product.?ÿ You had to step up on some planks and hand pump the product into a five gallon "receiver" tank.?ÿ But it wasn't glass like you described, it was steel.?ÿ There was a glass tube on the side for one to read the graduations to see how much product you had pumped up.?ÿ Once you had the amount the customer wanted you could take the nozzle (not unlike a regular gas pump at the time) and then deliver it into the customer's container.
I remember the kerosene and white gas was around ten cents a gallon when regular gasoline was a quarter.?ÿ We used the kerosene to wash parts.?ÿ I used the white gas in my Coleman lantern when fishing.?ÿ I remember the white gas left an oily residue and the burn was sooty.?ÿ Cleaner burning store bought Coleman fuel came along and nobody looked back.?ÿ RIP white gas.?ÿ
I've discovered people refuse to believe things that are based in fact.?ÿ Nickel candy bars and pop for a dime.?ÿ Twinkies and cupcakes for 12 cents.?ÿ 10 cent bags of potato chips. Plenty of individually wrapped candies and gum for a penny.?ÿ The bubble gum came with a little comic paper inside the outer wrapper to give you more than just gum for your penny.?ÿ A pack of candy cigarettes for a dime or a bubble gum cigar for a nickel.?ÿ A 12-pack of various flavored kinds of pop in cans for a dollar, back before Sprite and Mountain Dew were invented.?ÿ A&W root beer had a baby mug for little kids that held a nickel's worth of root beer.
One time and one time only I was allowed to ride in my Granddad's 1951 Ford Pickup with him and Dad on a trip to the next county over.?ÿ I might have been four or five years old at the time.?ÿ We went to a strip pit where they were mining coal.?ÿ We pulled up under a big bin so the pickup bed could be filled with coal.?ÿ Then we drove home so Dad could shovel it off into the little coal shed adjacent to Granddad's house.
@holy-cow seen all that with my own two eyes. Walking home from school in 1st grade - I??d stop at Hilda??s cafe, ??cause my mom was either cooking or waiting tables there, and she??d give me a dime then I??d walk 2 more blocks up the street to the ??Army Navy? store - they had Army surplus stuff amongst other things - and I could get warm and waste some time picking out the 10 candy items I wanted, before I walked on home.
