There's still a postie in a neighbourhood 10 mins from my house that rides a bicycle. And also walks on nice days. He is very close to the big AP distribution plant though - so no point having a motorbike.
I had completely forgotten about those glass oil filler containers you used to see at servos!
And as for public phone booths, I used to think there weren't that many around anymore, until my employer picked up the national contract to maintain, repair and collect cash from payphones. There are still PLENTY around.
I'm only 31 but still remember milk in glass bottles arriving on the doorstep, and also the fruit and veg truck that used to pull up on our street every few days.
I was just having a conversation about Stevie Wonder with my other half, as far as I'm concerned Stevie Wonder songs are off limits for people to cover. Because no one will ever do one of Stevie's songs better than Stevie can. It's just not possible.
After a few (many) beers last night with a friend the cat knocked my beer glass off the mantlepiece and smashed everywhere. In my hurry to clean it up I ended up with a chunk of glass embedded in my foot which I still can't get out. So much for going for a run today! I'm hobbling around like a bloody idiot!
Ugghhhh don't get me started on dealership servicing.
I could write a thesis on the cockups that the dealership who services my company car have done. Unfortunately company policy dictates that I HAVE to take it to a particular place for warranty service. Their awesomeness includes, but is not limited to: - breaking clips on parts of the dash when they had to take it apart, which then left plastic bits just hanging off around the steering wheel - when attempting to replace a faulty inlet manifold (after only 15,000 kms) they stripped threads in the engine block which meant they had to call in a 3rd party to re tap, took another 2 days (on a company car that I need for work!) - when attempting to replace a faulty steering column (after only 20,000 kms!) they broke the new part and had to get another one in. They failed to call me and tell me this until I had walked about 5kms to the dealership at 430pm to pick the car up, and they said 'oohhhh it won't be ready today, sorry!'
When I finally picked the car up at 430pm the next day and drove away, this is what my steering wheel looked like when driving straight ahead
Taking it in for another service tomorrow, let's see what surprises they have in store this time!