My wife, Kay , has a question about a recurring problem, and she’s hoping my followers have answers. That’s because I’m too stupid to answer this question for her.
Kay drives a Toyota Corolla. This is a compact car. But it has four doors, with two bucket seats in the front and a bench seat in the back. So up to about five people can kind of comfortably fit inside.
According to her Toyota Owner’s Manual, in the section on Specifications, her poor little ol’ Corolla has a vehicle capacity weight of only 865 lbs, which would be the combined weight of all occupants, plus luggage.
My wife uses the trunk of her car for storage, and I’d say there’s at least 50 pounds in there that she lugs around on a regular basis. So that’s the “luggage.” Kay, herself, weighs about 200 lbs.
Now for the kicker. Kay isn’t the only fat person she knows. Our niece, who lives in town, weighs 400 pounds. Our niece’s husband weighs about 240 lbs. Other members of her family, such as cousins, tend to be heavy also. I doubt any of them tip the scales at less than 200 lbs.
And she has many friends at her diet club who easily weigh-in weekly at a good 200 to 250 lbs each, and often more.
When there are family events, they often want her to drive, and try to squeeze into her poor little Toyota like a bunch of clowns. And at the end of every diet club meeting, her friends all want to go out to eat, and want her to give them a ride. Especially during pre-Covid days, but even now, since outdoor dining has been allowed.
Kay is good at math, and she adds passenger weight in her head. When the total, plus the weight of her and the junk in her trunk exceeds the safety limit of 865 lbs, she worries about her ability to control her car. She also fears that the wheels might fall off, or that the axles might snap, or that she might bottom out while going over a speed bump.
She wants to put a limit on how many fatsos are allowed to jam themselves into her prized Corolla, but she’s afraid to hurt anybody’s feelings. So her question is as follows:
How do you diplomatically tell a fatso that they can’t ride in your car, due to their extreme weight?
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You remove the front passenger seat under some pretext of needing repair, and so one person now has to make their own arrangements. Simple! 🙂
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Sounds like fun. Okay, so I just drive with one seat. I think that will work. Tippy can ride in the back.
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Sorry babe, but Tippy ain’t removing that seat.
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I’ll give you a cookie, from the trunk of my car.
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I already got it. Heh-heh.
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Figures.
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Yay! Cookies!
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My wife likes this idea. However I’d be the one removing the seat, and I’m not sure I’d care for the job.
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You’re gonna need a BIG wrench. And, a screwdriver. And, maybe some pliers…
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Okay, but first explain to me, what is a wrench? What is a screwdriver? What are pliers?
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Pliers are for loosening things. Screwdrivers are for tightening things (or drinking, if there is vodka around) and wrenches are for beating things when the first two don’t work. 🔧🔩🍹😉😁😎😆
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You sound like some of the repair people I’ve hired.
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We are many…🤪😎
Actually, pliers can tighten some things, screwdrivers can loosen some things and wrenches can be a defense weapon, too.
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I respect wrenches. I never argue with a repairman holding a wrench.
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Smart man. 😉
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Has she considered filling the trunk with helium balloons?
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I would play the Covid card first.
Then just be honest about the weight limit I guess. Maybe that will serve as additional motivation. I have gone into obesity and back a few times in my life. It is a struggle, but motivation helps get you out exercising and watching what you eat. At one time it was so I could go horse riding with the kids and I couldn’t if I exceeded the weight limit of the stable. Right now it is health as I am getting older and worry about developing health issues.
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She has played the Covid card, with some success. Hopefully the virus will stick around long enough so she can keep playing this card.
My wife has struggled with obesity all her life. She even had bariatric surgery, which helped her lose a few hundred pounds. These days she seems to hover around 200.
I’ve tried to get her on a horse, with no luck. Even if she was skinny, I don’t think she’d ride.
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Ok, find someone with a big hairy shedding dog, let that dog lay about in the backseat for a while and get it all covered with smelly fur.
“Oh sorry about that. I’ve been meaning to get that backseat cleaned up.”
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Problem is, one of my friends lives with a bunch of messy dogs. She gets in my car with hair all over her ass, and dog shit on her walker. I don’t think that would work.
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OMG.
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According to my wife, she has a friend with a bunch of dogs, who’s ass is full of dog hair when she sits in my wife’s car. So this tactic would not dissuade her.
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OK, next plan is to get a flask or an empty bottle from like a fifth of whiskey and fill it up with tea. And drink all of this tea during the meeting out of the flask or bottle. And start loudly slurring her words and staggering and bumping into the door frame and stuff like that. And then say “Hey, who wants to dree to mive, I mean me to drive?”
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I like that idea. –hic–
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Glad I could help. I knew all those years of watching sitcoms would pay off one day.
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It was a good investment. 🙂
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LOL!
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I’m becoming more and more fascinated with your thinking processes.
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I have a buddy with a Husky mix. He has a perpetual cloud of dog hair that follows him everywhere. He’s kind of like an older version of Pigpen from Peanuts sans dirt.
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The rule at our house is, never own a long-haired dog or cat. Short-haired are bad enough.
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I have a short-haired, 20lb ginger Hemingway with thumbs. He generates enough hair for three cats.
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Some cats do that, whether with long or short hair. We had a short-haired orange cat that would give you a handful of fur anytime you tried to pet it.
I like think six-toed cats are cool.
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Heh. That’s my Ollie. Here…have some hair. meow purr
He certainly has no trouble opening cabinets.
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Better store the cat food up high.
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And, that it is…very top shelf in the mud room.
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Maybe you need a padlock.
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Nah. These are wire shelves. Even if he could get his fat butt up there, he’d have trouble walking on them.
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Or, she could practice being a terrible diver and scare the hell out of everyone. Look for an Eastern European taxi driver course on line.
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I already do that. I don’t have to pretend. It scares the hell out of them and they scream and jump. Apparently that’s a price they’re willing to pay for a free ride.
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She’s not kidding. I’ve renounced atheism many times while riding with her.
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LMAO. My buddy with his dog hair cloud can’t drive, either. I take HIS keys away from him and I drive. He is bad about flipping pick-ups in ditches and running off the road.
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Maybe all that dog hair keeps getting in his eyes. But flipping pick-ups in ditches sounds like an expensive habit.
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All that dog hair gets in his eyes, my eyes, Ken’s eyes… Rusty is the only one that doesn’t seem to mind (owner of the hair).
Ray is a rough-ass driver. Stomps on the gas. Stomps on the brakes. He hasn’t figured out, yet, that less is more when steering. There is a death grip, palm print melted into the “oh-shit” handle on the passenger side of his GMC Canyon…which is why I started driving. He routinely has trouble with grinding brakes.
There are many people that are quite talented at driving with one hand, especially with a stick. He hasn’t mastered it with both hands. I told him that he needed NASCAR roll cage belting in his truck.
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Some people drive with their emotions, and he sounds like one of them. Maybe he needs some meditation music on his sound system.
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Honestly, Ray’s biggest problem is the VA. They have him on too many “drugs.” Thanks to a statin, he has permanent memory problems. Another friend of mine has permanent damage to the tendons in his legs.
Anyway, Ray’s drugs probably contribute to his dysfunction. He thinks he needs them thanks to brainwashing. I think it fouls up his coordination.
Meditation music would be good for anyone’s soul but, he prefers audio books…anything military.
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I think pharmaceuticals often do more harm than good. What a shame. I’ve heard both good things and bad things about VA doctors, but it sounds like he has a bad VA doctor.
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He goes to the Durham VA…across the street from Duke Hospital. Those veterans are perfect guinea pigs for Duke.
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Egad.
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Ed Zachary
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And, how did you get tagged to always be the designated driver?
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My friends all have dilapidated cars that they don’t trust to drive. I’m thinking of dumping them and hanging out with people who can afford better cars.
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Yeah. Bad thing about vehicles…they don’t self-maintain.
The good news is, you can now claim car-dilapidation, too.
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My wife says, thanks for the suggestion, it’s really funny, and she agrees. She says balloons would make it a real clown car.
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I know certain stooges that would make it a clown car too if they rode in it! LOL!
I just thought I would check in while waiting on my husband and this is the comment that popped out at me. 🙂
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I hope your poor husband shows back up eventually.
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Haha! My HAPPY husband did.
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Poor Brad. He probably went to the bar for a stiff drink.
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“Funnny!” He doesn’t drink, remember, he agrees with you about alcohol and coffee!
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Just because he agrees with me doesn’t mean he wouldn’t resort to a stiff drink anyway.
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It is a clown car, so my husband would fit right in.
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Pffffffft!
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He most definitely would! 🙂
Hi Kay! I had to take the chance to say what an honor it is to hear from Tippy’s wife, you poor lady. You are a hero in my eyes. How do you keep your sanity with being married to Tippy? LOL!
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It’s easy. I keep wiener dogs for company, and I leave him alone to his computer. I just think of him as one of my pets.
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LMAO! Smart lady! I love it!
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She has no problem with that. I’m her psychiatrist.
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That explains a lot.
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Nice to meet you, also. My husband’s helping me with all this, because this blogging can drive me more crazy than him. I’m not sure if I’ll stick with it. Have to see how it goes.
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Nice of him to help you. I may give him a hard time every now and then , well ..perhaps, more than that, but he is a great guy.
Good Luck with your blog! Just be yourself! 🙂
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You’re nice. I’m trying to be myself, but I depend on Tippy. I tell him what to write, and then he types it in. I hope he’s typing what I tell him.
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You are a smart woman. “You! Type this…” (sound of a whip cracking in the background).
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Now my husband has two jobs–his blog and my blog.
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Yeah, and I’m getting tired of it.
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Me too. I got tired of it before I started it. This was your idea.
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Pfffft!
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pfffft to you to.
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😆
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Thank you. Keep giving him a hard time. He deserves it. It’s hard to be myself when he keeps misquoting me. I don’t use the GD word or the F word.
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I will do my best! 🙂
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As you may have guessed, she dictates comments to me. Sometimes I use the wrong blog to make the comments, because this is getting very confusing for me. I wish my wife wasn’t so technologically challenged, so that she could run her own blog. Poor me.
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Shedding many tears…
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Right. I’m sure those are sincere tears.
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Oh, absolutely…😭
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Oh yes Poor Poor Poor Tippy! Though I am thinking its more Poor Kay!
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No it’s not poor Kay. She’s always O-Kay.
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😜
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Fingers on the wrong keys?
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It can be aggravating when WordPress flips out…which it does often.
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LOL!
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Pffffffffffffffft!
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Wait, aren’t you on vaca?
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LOL! Yes, I was, got back today. When I made the comment about the stooges I was waiting for my husband and thought I would quick check some blogs and….
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Have fun?
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Also, do all women use the trunk of their car as a storage closet? I have seen this several times. You’re basically paying gasoline to drive you stuff around every week for no real reason.
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Kay says, “Yes, that’s a woman’s purse.”
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Yes, and also we hide things like cookies in our trunk, that we don’t want to share. This is why we’re fat.
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Now I know where to look when I have a sweet tooth.
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More cookies!
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Hiding Christmas presents 🎁 is a real reason!
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Is that why every year I get a jack and a spare tire for Christmas?
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LOL!
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I thought it was coal that you got every year. 🙂
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Apparently, he’s grown “tired” of coal.
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So, that’s why he’s getting spare tires & jacks.
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Just how bad a boy do you think I am?
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I am not saying … but it doesn’t mean you are bad, may just be that some mischievous elves keep putting your name on the wrong list. I have heard that Santa’s elves can be very tricky! 🙂
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Snowball would never do such a dastardly thing.
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Ha! Yeah, right! And Alabaster….wellll…..
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Alabaster has been a little mischievous. Maybe Snowball should slip in a little word to Santa about him.
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So, where did you go this weekend? Did you have a good time?
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He took me to see beautiful waterfalls! Was so praceful hiking and hearing the Falls. One of Pennsylvania’s top attractions but I had never been there before. I mentioned it before to him, so it turns out that you guys do listen to us at times! LOL! We had a very nice time, heading home today.
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That sounds fantastic. What’s the name of the waterfalls?
Yes we do listen at times, and we like to pull surprises at times. It’s how we keep you women on your toes.
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Its Bushkill Falls. Has 8 waterfalls throughout the woods. The Bridal Veil Falls is the largest one.
Haha! Yes, you guys do know how to keep us on your toes.
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I looked it up and saw some photos. Looks like a beautiful place for a nature walk.
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It really was. Always refreshing to be in nature.
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Where the only head-smacking comes from low tree limbs.
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LOL! Yes, my head feels remarkably well. 🙂
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That’s because you’re so short.
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There is always advantages to being short!
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Amen.
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You listened when she said “Type!”
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Next time I’ll wear ear plugs.
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😆
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Got pix?
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Yes! I will post one in my post tomorrow or maybe 2 and you might see them in future posts. 🙂
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Cool!
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Ah. The elves. THAT’S where all the tires, jacks and coal are coming from. He must have pissed Santa off something fierce.
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Very? I’m back to your thinking processes…
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How many Christmases have you gotten those? I’m picturing a shed out back FULL of tires & jacks, collecting dust.
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Not in my case. I drive a pickup and the bed is CLEAR.
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By lying a little.
Here’s how: Complain about how car is handling, make appointment to get car worked on (something cheap and simple – change oil, tune up, anything). Complain about how car is handling and that you finally caved for a check up at garage. Then call everyone after appointment and say mechanic told you it was too much weight on the axel and that it will destroy tire warranties if the wear is wrong for axel weight. Tell them the honest limit and that from now on, you’ll only take that many who fit with the right weight total.
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That’s a good answer. I’ll do it.
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My wife likes this idea. She says she’s going to try it.
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Excellent.
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I agree with churchmousie. It’s a question of safety and wear and tear on the car. Just be blunt and say you can only take 1 (maybe 2) additional passengers from now on, and the rest will have to find their own rides.
Deb
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You’re right, although some of my one or two passengers might weigh three or four hundred pounds.
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Goodness.
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My wife has a hard time being blunt. Except with me, of course. But she’s going to try churchmousie’s advice.
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Her friends could take turns running along beside the car down the road.
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That would be good exercise for our members of the diet club.
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OMG. You are so bad. And, that reminds me of my dad. He used to threaten me with that very thing.
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Tippy, you have some smart followers here with a lot of good answers. You could learn a lot from them, and stop being so stupid. I’m going to try out some of the suggestions offered here. I really like the helium balloon suggestion. Would you run to the store real quick and buy some helium? I have some leftover balloons we can use.
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Shit. I sure hope they sell helium by the pound.
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Come on you cheapskate bastard. Upon up your wallet.
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Here, just take my wallet. Watch out, there could be a mousetrap inside.
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Keep it. There probably is.
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That’s the way to do it! You go girl!
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🙂
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Run, Tipster. Run! Now! Faster!
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That’s always good advice around here.
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😆
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I have tried to teach him what I know but he is hopeless! Good luck with the balloons! 🙂
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If I’m hopeless, it’s only because you’ve taught me what you know.
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Now, now…
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Thanks. He knows nothing.
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Yeah, yeah.
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LOL!
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have all family and diet club meetings online via zoom, and people can bring their own snack…
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That’s funny! Basically, just don’t hang out with these free-loaders, right?
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there’s always a technology solution…
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I will blurt it out… permanent solution – trade that Toyota Corolla 4 door for the 2 door coupe model. My ‘big’ friends would stand and contemplate the maneuvering needed to squeeze around the folded in front seat of mine then say (after our writers meeting) ” Let’s all take our own cars .” Yay !!! Give me the prize for the most expensive response to this dilemma 😁
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I like this idea. I think it would work, and this would mean my husband would have to buy me a new car.
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Sorry, it ain’t happening.
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Booooo.
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Party pooper.
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There you go.
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Yeah, create an obstacle course for them by making them climb over a seat. Fat people hate obstacle courses.
But I hope my wife doesn’t go for this idea, because then I’d have to buy her a new car. Gee, thanks a lot for suggesting it.
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A new coupe…no back seat…good on gas mileage… ding ding ding
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Or maybe she could get a motorcycle.
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That would eliminate passengers.
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What she needs is a fahrvergremlin, like I used to have in my ’89 VW Fox. Nobody ever wanted to ride in my car, LOL. For a complete list of the fahrvergremlin’s tricks, see the following post: https://justjoan42.wordpress.com/2018/01/21/life-with-a-fahrvergremlin/ Failing that, she could lie and say the air conditioner is broken. 🙂
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I remember that post. That was nice of you to give that young man a 100% discount.
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OMG! LOL! All of that reminds me of my 1977 Honda Civic…my first car. That car had it’s own mind.
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The air conditioner excuse might work with some, but I have a friend who’s accustomed to no a/c. Plus, I would have to suffer.
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My wife says there were a lot of good answers, and that I have some very nice followers on this blog. She also says the gold star for best answer goes to Jason Frels, for his suggestion about putting helium balloons in the trunk. So congratulations, Jason, and here’s your star: ⭐
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Just tell them that her car is not safe to drive anymore. Or it has some worrisome issues and she wouldn’t want to risk anyone’s safety but with those issues.
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Well, it might be hard for her to tell the group her car is not safe to drive, when she drives it to the meeting.
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Well it’s safe for her but not for anyone else. She’s only risking her safety but would never want to risk her dear friends safety…
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Oh, I see. You’re a sly one.
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Good idea.
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Haha! i haz da smartz
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Fold down the back seats and cover it “stuff” that cannot be moved (an old bicycle, a bookcase, “important work papers”…) Only driver and front passenger seats available. No words necessary.
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That would work. Maybe that would be a better place to store her junk.
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That would work, except I’m worried that if I stop too fast, all the junk will come flying forward and possibly decapitate me.
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Strap it down?
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Good idea. Or I can just have my friends read this blog.
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That would bring the issues to the forefront.
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I wish I had something clever to add. I drive a Nissan Frontier with suicide doors so, technically, it has “backseats” but, you’d have to be, like, 10 years old to fit. Past that, it’s a 4 x 4 with a towing package so, the heavy weight could go in the bed.
Kay, you either need a jeep with a pumped up suspension, a 4 x 4 pickup with a towing package or…a mid-life crisis sports car built for two…only.
I hope you get gas money for your taxicab impersonations.
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You’re the first one to advise her to get a heavier vehicle to handle the extra weight. Maybe I should get her a bus.
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When I was younger, I liked sporty cars. Now, I’m all for practicality. These days, I’d rather have sturdy that can go anywhere.
If she wants to continue “haulin’ ass” around, she needs the equipment. There’s always a small RV if a bus won’t fit in the garage. 😉😁😎😆🚙🚌
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I like sturdy and comfy. And all-wheel drive. Sporty just gets you speeding tickets, but there’s no law against feeling comfortable behind the steering wheel.
I think my wife will stick with her compact car. She’s afraid to drive big cars. She’s just going to have to learn to say no to people.
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Luckily, I only managed three tickets since 1982.
It will make for good blog posts.
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I think I have you beat on that. The last time I was pulled over by a cop was in 1983. And that was a warning ticket.
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Good boy!
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Yeah well, I drive the speed limit, come to full stops at stop signs, and inspect my car monthly for burned out lights.
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You fine citizen. 😁
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I learned this from my father, who habitually drove while drinking. He was especially emphatic about quickly replacing burned out tail lights, advising me to never give a cop a reason to pull you over.
I’ve never driven while drinking, by the way, but I do think it’s a good idea to never give a cop a reason to pull me over.
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That suddenly reminded me of my dad. He routinely drank while driving. I remember sitting in my mom’s lap in the front seat of my parents’ ’72 Charger and my dad always had either a mixed drink in short glass (can’t remember the term for those) or a four pack of Red Grape Malt Duck on the console (it had a T-bar slap shift). We would drive thru our local McDonalds and my dad would chat up the cop on duty (back in the day when our small town had officers in fast food joints). All the cops knew him. Not a soul said a word as most of the cops drank when they drove, off duty. Early 70s…whole different world.
I haven’t thought about that in years…
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Yes, it was a whole different world back then, with very different attitudes. Things have changed these days for both better and worse.
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Yep.
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I only managed 3 tickets too. Never had a ticket until 10 years ago and then I got 3 in 2 years!
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Did you tell the cops those speed limit signs somehow hid behind a bush while you were passing them?
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Haha! No, but I should have, I am so sure he would have believed me!
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My wife has gotten out of so many tickets, it makes me sick. One time she was pulled over for not wearing a seatbelt. As the cop was getting out of the car, and she could see he wasn’t looking at her, she quickly put the seatbelt on, and tucked it under her breasts. When he got to her window, she told him that she always wears her seat belt like that, and that’s probably why he thought she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt. His face turned beet red, and he apologized and let her go.
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Oh my gosh! That is too funny!
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They can come in clusters.
My very first speeding ticket came from a co-worker. No s***. He was a jerk Trooper across the hall from my office. Nobody liked him. Even the HP secretary called him an ugly name. He could have cost me my job. I told his First Sergeant what he had done (padding the speed listing…I wasn’t going as fast as he accused me and I had a truck passing me when he stopped me.) One of my Inspectors helped me get it reduced…with prayer for judgement. I nearly went back to my office to pee on that Trooper’s shoes. What an ass…
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Geez, what a yahoo.
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He was not well liked at all. Hr finally pissed off his First Sergeant
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STUPID PHONE…
ANYWAY…as I was trying to type…he finally pissed off his 1st Sarge and got transferred out. The other troopers didn’t like him.
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I’ll bet everyone was happy to see him go.
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They were, esp. the HP secretary.
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