My Cecil’s name is Jimmy and he fixed my refrigerator, my air conditioner, and my cat.
Skinny women… can do THIS for you…
What is not a damn thing?
Some people have a 401k. This guy’s retirement is in metals.
There’s like $35 bucks in bottles there Ricky, fuck.
At least $35, you sound a little ungrateful there bud.
A local store just upgraded the deposit machine, so instead of depositing one single can at a time, I now empty an entire bag of hundreds of cans into the machine and let it sort it out. It’s great, saves lots of time and makes everything easier. Instead of bringing a shopping bag with 20 cans everytime I shop I can take an entire sack of 200 cans every month or so.
Unfortunately… the same kind of people who used to cause queues with their 200 can garbage bags at the usual refund machines also figured this out, so now they’re causing a queue at the new machine with trailer loads of garbage bags full of thousands of cans.
I have no idea where they get all those cans.
I would suspect some sort of scheme bringing cans from a neighboring state or whatever without a deposit. Just one more reason to wish for a national deposit program in the US.
That’s not possible with the system in my country, but I agree, it ought to be standard in EU too.
I think the machine attracts more people with lots of cans and also teaches more people not to bother refunding often.
My point, if there is one, is that when technology makes life easier, it’s human nature to become even lazier, to the point where the technology doesn’t solve the issue it was made for.
When I moved into my last apartment, my entire storage area was full of bags of cans.
They belonged to a neighbor, who was using my empty storage because his was full, I found out 2 weeks later when he came ripping up to my door demanding to know what I did with his money.
When I found out he meant the cans, I laughed, told him I threw out his trash for him, and told him if he ever darkened my door again I’d call the cops.
They weren’t even crushed. His own storage was probably plenty if he’d be less lazy.
Lots of places don’t take crushed cans because people would put sand in em and crush em so they’d weigh more.
Ty so much for providing a video was super curious how it works
I used the local bulk deposit yesterday. Had two garbage bags. The guy in front of me had four, and the elderly couple a head of that guy had glass bottles and the machine broke down. Before the poor PFY had fixed the machine and the four bags guy was done, I had spent at least 15min waiting in line and another 5 at the machine.
I went into the store and when done with the groceries for a week the last guy in line when I was done had only moved up one place, and another two people had joined the line.
In theory just dumping your bags in the machine seems like a timesaver. In reality all I got was 20min of audio book, side eye from other shoppers, and fingers that weren’t sticky.
Is he accepting new clients???
Will it one day rival the tire fire in Springfield?
Is he that dumb and disgusting?
i imagine that fuckin stinks
not to the roaches… i learned that the hard way a few years ago.
during covid, i left a couple of cases of empty bottles on my kitchen floor and didn’t think anything of them for a month or so. that’s how i found out my neighbors had cleanliness issues, and the roaches found out they had a new place next door to terrorize. horrible experience - don’t keep your empties in your apartment.
It kind of sounds like you had cleanliness issue too.
it was covid lockdown. i don’t think i was the only one who skipped the odd laundry day.
this was a whole different thing, though. i’d already lived here (i’m still in the same place) for three years without any issues. i’m not neurotic, but i do try to keep my place clean.
or at least i thought i did…
these roaches taught me so much. to this day, i still keep my organic waste in a bag in my freezer. i got rid of my coffee machine and switched to instant - explaining why would probably make you sick. i never leave dishes to “soak” any more.
i’m telling you, it got bad. really bad. i talked to the super, and she said that someone moved in who ‘was from a different part of the world and is used to roaches’. like, what? it got to the point where i always had a fly swatter in one had and a bottle of windex in the other. i was killing 20-30 by hand every night. they weren’t coming over for food; they were so bad at the other apartment that they were coming there to scope a new place to live.
Jesus, fuck, at that point I would pack my quilts and sleep outside. Because fuck that.
i got rid of my coffee machine and switched to instant - explaining why would probably make you sick.
I have a French press so I don’t have to worry about brewing roach coffee.
that’s exactly what i use now when i’m not just lazy and drinking instant
Pourover gang here to also flex on this guy’s roach tea.
Fr though, I health with roaches for years and it was legitimately traumatizing. Any time I feel something brush my leg or I catch a glimpse of something dark in the corner of my eye I begin to panic. I’ve woken up in a cold sweat because I would have dreams of roaches and shit. Truly awful experience
I can be my own neighbor!
you can be your own grandpa, too!
“Left a couple of cases of empty alcohol bottles on the floor for a month….”
“Then I got roaches from it! That’s how I knew my neighbors had cleanliness issues.”
…….?
Omg that’s so gross.
All some people need is the simple life
Learned the trick. Quick, very quick, rinse in the sink, dunk it upside down in the drain. Rinse (heh) and repeat for the next can. Almost zero effort, clean cans for the recycling bag. I took a load the size pictured for recycling last month. No stink. Only got a lousy $100.10. :(
I just empty them, put them in a crate, then every monday empty the kitchen crate into my garage sack. When they’re full i take 'em up to CDS
No stink, bugs, etc.?
But “autism didn’t exist back in my day” right?
It did, it just only got noticed in people who are intellectually disabled. That’s the only kid I knew with autism growing up in the 80s who got diagnosed.
The son of a family friend obviously has Asperger’s, he’s a few years older than me, and his parents did have him tested back then and were told nothing was wrong, but I don’t think they had that knowledge back then. He will ask me for a Coke Zero every ten minutes like clockwork when he comes over, polish it off and ask for another.
When i was in 4th grade 31 years ago my teacher knew something was up and advised my mom to get me tested. The “test” was absolute garbage and i “passed” i was so happy. In hindsight i just wished that i got an ADHD diagnosis early
Where is this guy getting beer for 1995 prices?
I choose to believe every single word of it. The universe is more interesting if it’s true.
Same. Fiction or fact, this is funny enough and harmless enough to just shrug and say, “He must be a wizard, whoever he is.”
This man will repair your car in such a way it will both never break and when you do go to a normal mechanic for something they will gaze upon it in awe and horror.
I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally, I feel like half of my professional life has been gazing upon some ancient work of dark magic and cussing loudly because I know I’m about to have to go in.
The line between jank and wizardry is sometimes blurry. The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
if it’s jank, and it works, it ain’t jank.
If it’s jank and it works, it’s jank and you’re lucky
The definition of jank is that it at least sorta works.
If it doesn’t its not jank its just broken.
In high school, I got in a car wreck and had to drive without a front bumper for about a year. When the bumper got torn away, it also took the light housings for my blinkers and running lights.
My dad made new housings with zip ties and soda cans cut in half that attached to the back of lenses we bought cheap at the local auto parts store. He drilled slightly undersized holes in the bottom of the cans that held the bulbs in place when they were pushed through, and he’d polished the inside of the cans to act as reflectors.
It worked great! When we eventually got the bumper replaced, the body guy shop was amazed and said he didn’t see any reason why we should spend the money to buy factory housings, and when we sold that car it still had store-brand diet sprite cans as light housings that surely confused the hell out of someone down the line.
I once had a broken headlight and also broke pockets, so I grabbed some packing tape and made a new one. I was at an AutoZone and the guy looked at my car, looked at me and said “that won’t last past the first storm” to which my response was “it’s held up for three months. I’ll take my chances.” and it held up until the seals on the transmission blew out after driving it across the country again.
Gazing upon skill beyond your comprehension: How the fuck does this work?
Gazing at unholy fuckery: How the fuck does this WORK?
As someone guilty od doing unholy fuckery from time to time, I often look at my own work like that
I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally
How does that happen, if you don’t mind me asking?
Lost my job around 2017 and it was real difficult to get a new one in the tech sector without a college degree. I lucked in to the one originally through professional connections. No such luck the next time after I got downsized.
So I ended up working at my local auto parts store to make ends meet in the meantime, and figured out that I actually really like fixing cars. It exercises the same sort of problem solving capacity but the problems you solve are usually a little less arcane. Made a few new connections including a guy who worked at an actual garage, got offered a position at that garage if I wanted it, and the rest is history.
I still dabble in programming as a hobby, but I enjoy working with my hands and the feeling of fixing a physical object is more fulfilling to me than fixing software. So here I stay (for now).
Carpenter coder here. I like saving my code powers for my own beloved projects.
Autism is not as rare as we still think, it just has shapes that we don’t readily recognize.
Dam this man needs some purpose
I think he found it.
I find it highly unlikely that Clark Gable is on social media as that he has been deceased since 1960 long before the invention of the internet. What I think is taking place is someone is posing as Clark Gable to malign his slovenly neighbour. Clark Gable was a great actor and probably why Superman was named Clark and if he were alive today he would continue to make great films but it is also highly unlikely that Clark would live beside a trashcan.
As George Washington once said, never believe what´s on the internet.
Internet was born in the 60s, so that’s not “long before”. But yes I’m nitpicking, you were talking about social networks.
The man is worthy of canonization as a saint.
So they’re friends with my dad?
