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Oh yeah, the black marketeers can be relied on to exploit that opportunity.
Among the people (quietly) opposed to pot legalization were those in the illicit trade, which was quite profitable. The now-legal product sells for less than half what the illicit weed cost pre-legalization, even...
I’m reminded of a time I (almost) bought a back issue of a special-interest magazine from the publisher of that magazine. The “price” was the cover price, but the S&H was something as absurd as what that bookseller wanted to charge you. I have a hard time believing that the time it takes the...
I’m receptive to the counter argument that alcohol (and pot) consumption comes at a great societal cost and for that reason stiff taxes are justifiable.
As a longtime advocate for cannabis legalization I was almost constitutionally resistant to recognizing the dangers the drug presents to the...
You gotta wonder if the ads for crap like the nineteen dollar and ninety-five cent touchscreen purse (but wait, there’s more!) are aimed at the same people who are digging through the couch cushions on the last couple days of the month.
When a ballot measure a few years back broke the state of Washington’s monopoly on retail liquor (distilled spirits) sales and the supermarkets got into it, the price on the shelf wasn’t even close to the price at the till. It didn’t matter all that much to me, seeing how I’d quit the hooch some...
Gotta wonder if there’s any research either affirming or debunking the notion that failure to fully and plainly disclose costs up front pisses off would-be customers such that it drives them away.
Not to conflate my own sentiments with anyone else’s, but I find the practice irritating at best...
Just saw a TV commercial for something called a “touchscreen purse,” which is a handbag with a transparent plastic pocket for one’s smartphone, which allows the user to do whatever that user wishes with that phone without removing it from that pocket.
And, of course, you get a second...
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That differs considerably from a “wait, there’s more!” TV pitch for some miracle product that offers to double the order FREE, “just pay separate shipping and handling,” the charge for which is undisclosed until the sap is on the phone or the ’net.
I mentioned some weeks back how I was...
I fear the answer is “yes,” just as I am confident enough people fall for it to make the hustle work. The hucksters wouldn’t keep doing it if it didn’t.
But yeah, it annoys me, too. Dishonesty is at the heart of it. While I’m not the one being duped, I still hate seeing the practice get...
This evening I was searching through an old oak chifferobe I was gifted, like, 30(?) years ago from a friend’s widow. It has drawers of various sizes and a pull-out hanging rod and a mirror that tucks away into its own little drawer. At one time it served as a person’s clothes closet and...
I was out the door within weeks of high school graduation. Had I stayed much longer, either the Old Man or I would have been dead.
It wasn’t what you’d call an idyllic childhood. I was happy to put it behind me.
When I moved to Seattle in ’68 the downtown area was thick with residential hotels and SRO (single room occupancy) hotels and the like. I became much more familiar with such accommodations when I began driving taxi there, in ’74. Many had “1/2” addresses, which were doors leading upstairs...
And ...
There’s a light rail station less than half a mile from our generic suburban rambler in a generic suburban neighborhood (change the vegetation and it might be outside Phoenix or Minneapolis). The dewy-eyed bride rode the train pretty much every day before this COVID business. I rode it...
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Yeah, the days of the $50 brake job are far behind us.
A financial advisor type on a Saturday morning radio show several years ago told a caller that the cause of her money problems was in her driveway. Did she and her husband really have the need (and the means) for three late-model cars...
The Western suburb, especially, is the child of the automobile.
It’s the way most of us live, and I strongly suspect that at base it’s the way most of us wish to live.
Even in most “city” neighborhoods out here in the Wild West most people live in single-family houses with off-street parking.
Cars are indeed expensive. And I can easily foresee a day when the personal automobile is mostly a thing of the past. But that day isn’t here yet, and I doubt I will live to see it.
I’ve never been within an ocean of your place, but I’m guessing that conducting one’s daily business sans...
Rare but not unheard of.
This morning, as I spied this ’55 Chevy pickup, its owner, a 70-ish fellow, showed up with his cart full of groceries. We chatted for a few minutes.
He’s had the truck for 40 years. About 30 years ago he put in the 350 Chevy engine, automatic tranny, front suspension...
That’s not unusual.
Circa 1965 the Old Man paid 10 bucks and a fifth of whiskey for a ’40-something Mopar. It was an olive drab sorta color which we called “the tank.” My sister hated being seen in it.
I trust there are still enough people around with similar memories that a market for such...
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