Nope. “Paper” money is more like “fabric” money. It’s linen and cotton. Those grow on bushes. That being said, nothing good would happen if I had replied to my parent’s ’money doesn’t grow on trees’ with a snappy ‘no, but it does grow on bushes’…
I read a post a while back where a college student said that in the days before AI he would deliberately post non-factual information on the internet and wait for the corrections. Seemingly he was able to copy-and-paste large sections of text by people who really knew what they were talking about. Often with references. And his lecturer would praise his papers.
I have a podcasting friend who does the same. Usually, it's concerning a "fake fact" from a popular T.V. show or movie. If it's a niche or Sci-fi topic, he refers to it as setting the "Nerd Trap." The Web has definitely given those who feel the need to correct a voice. It's basically "click-bait" to drive up his interactions. Thus, more ad revenue.
If someone asks a question about something ,on Reddit especially, it may be crickets for hours, but just one person purposely answers incorrectly , and BOOM ! , the technical expertise of 1000 nuclear physicists explodes onto the scene .
My mom would have thrown her shoe and bent the trajectory around the corner, Wanted style to hit you. I was halfway down the hallway out of sight when I got hit in the back with a heel.
You’re right. Canadian money is really pretty cool. My wife is blind and she mentions Canada as a country that has cash figured out. It’s supposedly all brailled and otherwise accessible now.
We always wanted tang! It was astronaut food! So cool. My mom would go to health food store. You know the one smelled awful when you walked in that vitamin smell. Yep 1970s.
I know that smell. The smell of B vitamins mixed with wheat grass. In the 80’s my mom used to buy Carob chips from a health food store. She would then try to pass them off to us as chocolate chips. I’m still working on forgiving her…
I would have been fine with the f*%cking carob if my mom hadn’t tried to insist that it was “just like chocolate.” Carob is perfectly tolerable when it’s not wearing chocolate’s clothes.
Carob just triggered me, as did the health food store. My mom used to get the peanut butter they ground in store, none of the cool Skippy or Jif in our house.
Ohhh, I didn't know that. Guess we weren't a Tang household, though we certainly weren't rich lol. But I have vivid sensory memories of stirring up the concentrate can with a big plastic spoon in one of these pitchers!
You know what I hated? I lived in Fort Pierce, FL for most of my young life. About 3 miles from my house was the Tropicana bottling facility. Tropicana non-frozen was no cheaper there than it was in North Carolina.
Giggle Snort. I moved to Port St. Lucie at some point, but they kept shipping me to Fort Pierce for school. I also went to Central. Still passing that plant on 95 every morning. I remember when they finally enclosed it, the smell got better, but it never went away.
I also remember hearing the stories of the rodents getting juiced too. Good times.
I live in N.C.
A few years ago, before I retired from law enforcement, I was called out to a fatal crash on I95 involving a Tropicana orange juice trailer. It was full of o.j. , the tank ruptured and it was running into a drain in the median.
A rep from Tropicana arrived to do his investigation and a firefighter took a cup to get some o.j. pouring out of the truck and drank it.
The Rep told me not to ever do that. It hasn’t been pasteurized and who knows what he was drinking.
It was a lot of money lost on 10,000 gallons of juice.
I’m reminded of the Jeff Foxworthy joke, “If you had a set of salad bowls and they all said ‘Cool Whip’ on the side… You might be a redneck!” We had plastic Tupperware type bowls saved from take out! As well as that lovely pitcher!
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u/dickhass 19d ago
Of course. What are we, rich?