When I last visited Argentina Uber was using the official exchange rates which were just fantasy numbers. As soon as you match with a driver they’d message you and you’d negotiate the cash price. Then the ride in the app would be cancelled.
Uber didn’t mind because they were still getting the ~$1 or so cancel fee for basically being a messaging app.
In my junior high they had a mysterious urinal pooper. They spent months trying to catch the culprit. They even resorted to a $25 reward and a little campaign in the morning announcements. Then it turned out to be a handicap student who couldn’t bend his knees. The posters and campaign quietly disappeared without a word.
I have a friend who can smell cockroaches no joke. We always take her restaurant suggestions very seriously.
And underwear, airplanes, driveways…
I’m doing my part!
Saving up paper route money and begging my dad to drive me to CompUSA so I could buy blank CDs.
Don’t let them off that easy. They are not victims of some KGB style program or espionage trickery. They did this to themselves. They chose this knowing full well what they were doing.
They are willing allies of Russia.
It’s now being reported he died
The same funding package gave the Bakersfield to Merced high speed project $3.1 billion so they could buy trains and start running by 2030. The San Francisco to Los Angeles project was originally supposed to cost $9 billion but it’s now estimated between $90 and $120 billion.
Brightline looks like a bargain compared to CHSR.
There is a historic neighborhood in my city with narrow stone streets, it’s got plenty of car traffic during the day. At night it’s prime nightlife, streets filled with (inebriated) pedestrians. When the entitled drivers arrogantly drive there at night honking at pedestrians, they quickly find themselves booed, flipped off, covered in empty beer cups balanced on the hood. It’s a beautiful sight to see people reclaim the streets.
Personal cars and communities are mutually exclusive. Cars make sense in places too sparsely populated to have a community, or where people don’t want to be part of a community.
Lisbon’s main plaza was a parking lot from the 1950s to 1997…