Particularly when so many stores don't want to accept 'dirty, dangerous' paper currency in the check-out. Yesterday, I had to dig out my bank card three times, and went home with a dozen twenties in my wallet. If this happens again, I'll re-deposit the cash and just get with the trend.

Aaaaand.... you'll need Robocop to protect the delivery-bots. Free food just rolling by? Too easy.

My Pepsi would have had that crow for lunch!

On the subject of this planet - I worked with an old Greek gentleman, who pointed out that the name is of Greek origin, and it's pronounced "Our-an-os", not 'Ur-anus', or 'Urin-ous'. So, no need for off-color jokes.

Beans, beans, the Miracle Fruit!The more you eat,The more you toot!The more you toot,The better you feel;So eat your beansWith every meal!

What's that song called? It was rather good, and a strong, young voice singing.

So far... No signals, brake lights. And no sign of a licence plate. I think children should keep their toys off the street.

I can't decide if looking at the Neatorama comment counter that reads '1' and then coming here to read it and finding zero comments, means that this comment (mine) is actually an example of irony. I mean, now there's one, to agree with the counter. It's almost existential, but is it irony?

I guess, no smoking on board that day. Okay, have to drink instead.

Pardon me, but aren't locusts edible? As in: A source of necessary proteins and some minerals? Don't some societies gather them and store them for making into, well, food? So when they appear in mass quantities, are we stressing about loss of food, when it's just another form?

Believe it or not, there's a Canadian version of this story - almost word-for-word. With me, it was November, on Hwy 48, and snow and no battery charger for my 'phone. And no jack. And I don't have enough Canadian French to even ask for help, but I did know enough to say 'Merci!'. - -- Changes you.

And (as of ten a.m. today) two cases in Canada.

Heck, I did that back in high school, with Gone With the Wind and Atlas Shrugged. My books, my property.Come to think of it, my Mother had a purse-sized New Testament that she'd created by surgery. She was a Swedenborgian, and for her, only the 'Good part' of the Bible was worth having.

….and....it looks like a giant toilet bowl! Great advertising. Just think of the slogans.