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  • I borrowed an earring off a buddy because I lost it just before getting into his car and he had one laying about; just some small hoop. It's the same car ride where I left my knife behind and he remained adamant he never saw it, despite rumours otherwise about him showing it off. We drifted apart. I never really swapped out the earring.

    He died 2 years ago, during COVID. His roommate said he reported some stomach pain and general grouchiness, annoyed by a cough, and was going to go to bed. He left us that night.

    He was a surprisingly good cook, we all found, after he joined some local Texican restaurant for work, saving up to pay cash for his 88 supra; which he then wrapped around a tree when he drove home with a light concussion. "I'll be fine," he said.

    From the restaurant he actually went into cooking school and bounced around a bunch from bistro to posh nosh, steadily gaining skill and cred. He'd found his niche, at last.

    I'm disappointed I never met him in his final form.

  • I don't care about the safety problems: like after the md80 issue. That ugly-ass Boeing hate machine will be the safest thing out there as it will be freshly reviewed and assessed.

    No, the 737max is just an ugly airplane, with everything the modern airplane has to truly make the experience of flying horrible.

    I truly understood this when, while using the loo in the rear of the plane, I realized the separation between the galley and the loo was by an incomplete wall more resembling a secondary-school bathroom stall wall than a real wall. I could see FA shoes from my view on the loo

    Absolutely revolting, even before the tuba solo began.

  • Roasting nuts; the kind like you'd get from the nuts4nuts carts that moved downtown in the days after the WTC disaster and stayed there almost the whole time. You knew that ashen smell it was covering was something far worse, but now to this day I smell the roasting cashews and it takes me back.