Where in the World Isn't Bob Saget?

Lilofan

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The farthest walk or bike ride growing up was swim lessons which were about a mile away, schools I could count in blocks, park one block, bus to the city one block, diner 3 blocks.......................................
Walking surely for me made me drop weight and gave me more energy. Visiting Europe with its delish food , smaller portions compared to here in the USA and walking day and night is the only place I went on vacation and actually lost a few pounds coming back home.
 

Songbird76

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I grew up on a farm 10 miles out of town. There was no way I was walking that!
We lived pretty close to the school in a tiny town, so I walked home from school every day unless it was dark when I was done with all the extra curriculars like play practice, or cheerleading, or whatever. Then mom picked me up because I wasn't allowed to be out after dark. Once I had my own car, I could just drive. But my freshman year, I was a cheerleader, and we had been at an away game and didn't get in until one or two in the morning. The cheerleading "coach" (more just a chaperone) was an absolute witch and really didn't like me for some reason...anyway, she was supposed to make sure all of us had a ride home, only a couple of the girls had made a mess of the bus with snack wrappers and drink bottles and she told us we had to clean the bus before we were allowed to go in to call parents. Even though none of the mess was mine, I was cleaning it up, and she let her two favorites who had made the mess go in and left me and another girl to clean up their mess. Then when we were done, she refused to let us into the school to use the phone because she had already let the other girls do that. So it's one in the morning, and she was going to make me walk home. She left me alone in the parking lot wondering what to do, because I knew I'd be in trouble for walking home in the dark, but I couldn't very well stay there all night, and the football team wasn't due back for a couple more hours, because they actually got to stop for food. Fortunately, the pastor's wife from our church was there waiting for her son and since it was going to be a while, she gave me a ride.

Mom was LIVID and confronted the cheerleading coach, who said it was my own fault for "dawdling" and my mom said I had told her I was cleaning the bus. She said "yes, she was." and mom was like... Well then she wasn't dawdling, was she? And the coach said I should have cleaned faster to which mom asked why the other girls didn't have to help. It would have gone faster if they had, and then we could have all gone in together. She had no excuse for that. But she'd have been in major trouble If something had happened to me because protocol is that she was supposed to wait there until everyone had been picked up, and she was supposed to make sure we all got to use the phone. It was her responsibility as the coach to keep us safe as long as we were there for a school activity.

She also tried to keep us from wearing coats or anything over our uniforms, even when temps were below zero and we had short sleeved jerseys as our uniform tops. Very thin. Mom had to complain about that one, too. Probably why she didn't like me. She really didn't care about our safety or well-being, and my mom was always the one complaining because she didn't follow school rules or make sure we were safe.
 

Goofyernmost

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Storms stress me out. Something in the atmosphere. I’m on edge all night and unable to sleep - even if it’s a Friday night and I don’t have to worry about anyone travelling to work the next morning.
Want to feel "snow stress" drive passenger buses in those storms when you are responsible for getting people home from work or to work in blizzards that made seeing much beyond 20 feet ahead of you a day dream. I developed carpel tunnel syndrome in both hands from the grip I had on the steering wheel. At the point in time that I no longer found it fun to slide down a hill on a sled or any other winter things I did as a kid, I became aware that snows only purpose was to give you a reason to shovel it or try and stay alive while sometimes required to be on the roads, when you couldn't see them. In short, I moved south partially to avoid almost all contact with the stuff and DO NOT REGRET IT even for a minute.

The only positive I can think of was that the north became the industrial leader because it was either work at a steady pace or freeze to death.
 

Figgy1

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The only way to handle a winter storm warning
wine pouring GIF
Johnny Depp Drinking GIF
 

Lilofan

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It was mostly Quebec back in the days when I regularly made my WDW pilgrimage. Quebec was like a direct line down to Florida. North to South made for a very quiet compass.
The many times I drove the I-95 route to FL, numerous numerous vehicles with Ontario plates headed to the Sunshine State. I am impressed many I saw followed the speed limit and kept in their lane.
 
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