Great gas mileage.
I keep a little log book in my car; when I fill up the tank I note the mileage and gallons. Since I got the car, the mileage between fillups has varied from 23 to 34 mpg; the average is 29.
When I drove the van, I filled up the car about once a week. It was usually over $40 (creeping up towards $50 by the time the van cacked it).
I still fill up the car about once a week; now it’s usually just over $25.
I loves me some fuel economy, yes I do.
Sometimes, as I go near a streetlight, it goes out. I joke with family and friends that I must be giving off some weird electromagnetic field or something. My husband says that his light bulbs burn out much faster since he married me.
Apparently, I am experiencing a paranormal phenomenon. I’ll pause while you go tell all your friends you know me.
Seems the moonbat crowd has termed this occurence “Street Light Interference,” or SLI. People who experience it are, of course, referred to as “SLIders.” Catchy, no?
Well, no. I notice streetlights going out because I’ve got the attention span of a gnat, and am easily distracted by movement, shiny objects, or flashing lights. I don’t notice the hundreds, nay, thousands of streetlights that quietly continue to shine, because that’s what they’re supposed to do. Our light bulbs burn out faster because there are four of us turning the damn things off and on all the time (mostly on), which uses ’em up faster than one person living alone. In short, there is nothing paranormal—there isn’t even a phenomenon, unless you count the human tendency to perceive patterns in randomness.
Angry Professor teaches a class in critical thinking at her university. Wouldn’t it be great if such a course were required for graduation from high school? And I thought I was gullible.
That noise you hear is the sound of my mind, boggling.