@96Stats i genuinely do believe that this was an unfortunate coincidence.. the plate is known to have been on that car since it was new, and jeremy has a real personal connection to the car itself due to his dad's passing
(i.e. i don't think it was chosen on account of the numberplate)
@Balzzzi@AlgerianFooty he was already at an angle where he couldn't catch himself before the other guy made contact.. i'm rooting for switzerland but he clearly didn't fall cause of the argie :(
Let’s not forget that even if England win against Norway on Saturday they will then immediately have to march 200 miles south and play France without so much as a hydration break
French communists in 1945 when they control a third of the country and are fully armed and ready for a conflict with international support from a superpower
@chabbit013 lol it's because i've thought about this a fair bit before... i have brainworms that make me feel like i need to be more successful than my parents have been (although i know in reality i would be happy anyway), but idk if it's that likely haha
@chabbit013 the chabbit mind simply yearns for the house hunting session... alas, the "WHAT, NO MUUUNEE?" video from the og house hunting session may also be relevant :(
@chabbit013 i think it's because we're used to the standard from when we grew up, and our parents made decent money.. so now we view that as kinda a "default" and it feels wrong if we can't sustain it! but they were much later into their careers than we are :(
hi @noahpinion, i'm at heathrow with a connecting flight. please could you confirm that the correct route is for me to turn right and then cry about my mistake online?
Today, I made the mistake of flying from Dublin to Paris via London's Heathrow Airport. This was a remarkably stupid move on my part, given that London, and by extension Heathrow, is located in the failing formerly-developed country known as "the UK".
I almost paid dearly for this oversight.
My layover was 1 hour and 30 minutes. As soon as my flight from Dublin arrived at Terminal 2, I began looking around for my connecting flight to Paris, which was located in Terminal 5. A helpful immigration officer pointed me in the direction of a free train that I could take to Terminal 5. After walking for about 15 minutes through a labyrinthine maze of tunnels, I arrived at this train.
The train required me to get a ticket for the free trip to Terminal 5. After standing in line at a machine, I pressed a button that dispensed this ticket. I then used the ticket to go through a turnstyle. Once on the platform (which was poorly labeled), I discovered -- by asking some locals -+ that the trains for Terminal 4 do not actually go to Terminal 5. (This had not been apparent from any signs or other information in the train station.) I would thus have to wait 17 minutes for the dedicated train to Terminal 5.
And so wait I did. About 20 minutes later I arrived at Terminal 5, and discovered that I was in the Departures area. Despite the fact that I was transferring, I would have to go through airport security again. So I waited in line for security, watching other people struggle with the automated boarding pass scanners. Finally I reached the scanners, and when I scanned my boarding pass, it registered an error, and told me to see a British Airways employee. (Sadly, my Aer Lingus flight was operated by British Airways.)
So I went to the British Airways departures counter, and after a while I found the line I was supposed to stand in. I waited 10 minutes in the line, and was finally allowed to see a British Airways employee.
The British Airways employee informed me that I had already missed my flight, since boarding was at 12:15 and it was now 12:17. I argued that boarding would probably last more than two minutes, and that I might still have time to make the flight, whose departure was scheduled for 12:55. She seemed skeptical of this argument, but I finally persuaded her to help me give it a try.
Returning me to the security line, the British Airways woman told me to wait in the line (which would have taken 15 minutes). I begged her to let me jump the queue, and she did, explaining my plight to a South Asian security employee who let me through the rope barrier to the front of the line.
This South Asian man is actually the hero of our story.
When I cut to the front of the security line, a security employee barked at me to get back. The lovely South Asian man then barked at her to let me through, and his confident air of command carried the day. I was let through, and the South Asian man even showed me how to use the security machine so that it would definitely not stop me from entering. He told me to tell his colleagues at the baggage scanner that I was allowed to jump to the front of the queue.
I raced to the baggage scanning line, which looked like it would have taken an additional 20 minutes, and simply ducked under the barriers and cut to the front of the line. I apologized to the employee there and told him my flight was already boarding. He told me that in that case, I had already missed my flight, and it wasn't even worth continuing. But I told him that his colleague (the aforementioned South Asian man) had instructed me to go through security anyway, and he accepted this and let me through. I had to do an extra scan of my shoes, but made it through OK.
I then ran to my gate, ducking and weaving around various travelers. When I made it to the gate, I found that the flight was still boarding, and they let me through. I then spent 20 minutes standing in line on the jetway.
Naturally, my bag didn't arrive in Paris.
The Cannibal has come out of his lair
The Swabian ogre has landed in Switzerland
The tiger has arrived at Zurch
The monster has spent the night in Lichenstein
The tyrant has crossed the Alps
The usurper was seen sixty leagues from the World Economic Forum
Schwab is advancing with great strides, but will never enter Davos
Klaus will be below our ramparts tomorrow
The Emperor has arrived in Graubünden
His Imperial Royal Majesty has made His entry in Davos yesterday amid His faithful subjects
A mí me parece normal que Argentina apoye a Inglaterra y no a México.
Después de todo, la distancia entre Argentina y México es de 5,500 kms, mientras que la distancia entre Argentina y el Reino Unido es de sólo 500 kms.